Analysis of Dusk
Georg Trakl 1887 (Salzburg) – 1914 (Kraków)
You are rumpled, distorted by every pain
And shake with the discord of all melodies,
You burst harp - a poor heart,
From which gloom's sick flowers bloom.
Who has ordered the enemy, the murderer for you,
That stole the last spark of your soul,
How he makes this scanty world godless
To a whore, ugly, ill, pale with putrefaction!
From shadows a wild dance still swings
To frizzily ruptured, soulless sound,
A round dance around beauty's thorn wreath,
Which witheringly crowns the lost winner,
- A bad trophy for that fought desperation,
And that does not reconcile the bright divinity.
Scheme | AXXX XXXA XXX XXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111001011001 01101011100 111011 1111101 11100100010011 11011111 111110110 101101111 1101111 1110101 01101111 1110110 0110111010 011110010100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 116 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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