Analysis of Dance Of Death
Franz Werfel 1890 (Prague) – 1945 (Manhattan)
Death has taken me out for a swing.
At first I didn't drop from the quickstep
In his dance and clogged right along
Until he drove the tempo up.
How swiftly was I pulled into being
The jumping jack, the dancing chicken,
Becoming nothing but a scream to God
With no hope of what He was thinking.
Then Death lifted me up high and spun me
Into the sky so God would be pleased with him,
For he doesn't take what God doesn't give.
But suddenly he let his catch fall,
For in the alphabet of the first silence,
God has just two words for him: Not today!
Scheme | ABXB AXXA XXX XXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111011101 111101101 01101101 0111011 1101110110 010101010 0101010111 111111110 1110111011 01011111111 1110111101 110011111 1001010110 1111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 540 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 106 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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