Analysis of Slowly the Black Earth Gains
George Santayana 1863 (Madrid) – 1952 (Rome)
Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
Guiding thy oxen.
Lift the great ploughshare, clear the stones and brambles,
Plant it the deeper, with thy foot upon it,
Uprooting all the flowering weeds that bring not
Food to thy children.
Patience is good for man and beast, and labour
Hardens to sorrow and the frost of winter.
Turn then again, in the brave hope of harvest,
Singing to heaven.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10011101010 0011111111 1101110111 10110 10110101010 11010111011 010101001111 11110 1011110101 10110001110 11010011110 10110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 504 |
Words | 90 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 131 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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