Analysis of Threnos
Ezra Pound 1885 (Hailey) – 1972 (Venice)
IN o more for us the little sighing.
No more the winds at twilight trouble us.
Lo the fair dead!
No more do I burn.
No more for us the fluttering of wings
That whirred in the air above us.
Lo the fair dead!
No more desire flayeth me,
No more for us the trembling
At the meeting of hands.
Lo the fair dead!
No more for us the wine of the lips,
No more for us the knowledge.
Lo the fair dead!
No more the torrent,
No more for us the meeting-place
(Lo the fair dead!)
Tintagoel.
| Scheme | ab C x xb C xax C xxC xxCx |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111101010 110111101 1011 11111 1111010011 11001011 1011 1101011 11110100 101011 1011 111101101 1111010 1011 11010 11110101 1011 1 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 466 |
| Words | 101 |
| Sentences | 13 |
| Stanzas | 9 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 3, 1, 3, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 18 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 40 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 11 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 11, 2023
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