Analysis of Poem
Ezra Pound 1885 (Hailey) – 1972 (Venice)
(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.
Over the flat slope of St Eloi
A wide wall of sandbags.
Night,
In the silence desultory men
Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins:
To and fro, from the lines,
Men walk as on Piccadilly,
Making paths in the dark,
Through scattered dead horses,
Over a dead Belgian’s body.
The Germans have rockets. The English have no rockets,
Behind the lines, cannon, hidden, lying back miles.
Before the line, chaos.
My mind is a corridor. The minds about me are
corridors.
Nothing suggests itself. There is nothing to do but keep on.
Scheme | X AXXXXXAXXX XXX XXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010010010110111 10011111 01111 1 00101001 11011010111 101101 1111100 101001 110110 10011010 0101100101110 010110101011 010110 1110100010111 100 100101111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 579 |
Words | 104 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 10, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 114 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 25, 2023
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