Analysis of Sonnet # 33
I want to kiss the moon eyes closed, lips wet.
With hands divine I want to touch the rose.
Then, women chaste and kind in tears beget
And finally the greatest poem compose.
For when I see the sun, my night which're cold,
I suffer much the truth of love I'm bare.
Then, in the glass I do my face behold
That does not know caress from hands that care.
Yes, why the man in looks a garden weed
For him the sadness of the not just eye?
If everyone when cut red bleeds indeed.
This bad does hurt, and then some tears I cry.
A pretty word is love but then no kind
To me as if I were of feelings blind.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFGG |
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Poetic Form | Shakespearean sonnet |
Metre | 1111011111 1101111101 1101010101 01000101001 11110111101 1101011111 1001111101 1111011111 1101010101 1101010111 110111101 1111011111 0101111111 1111101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 609 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 454 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 123 |
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Written on March 12, 2023
Submitted by luisestable1 on March 12, 2023
Modified on March 24, 2023
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