Analysis of Sonnet # 59
Her mental illness has her highly sad.
Her face of youth has eyes from crying tired.
She's never been with life a person glad.
As woman she has never been admired.
Oh, poor, young soul who wants to have some peace!
But no, my world, her days are worse than fire.
It is quite cruel this much to bear disease
That she does yell, " Cruel pain, yes, please, expire!"
I do believe that suffering can teach.
But what on goes to grave, the purpose, what?
It only pain creates; the heart does impeach.
And this it to my mind a bloody shot.
For those who suffer big, here is my cry!
Comfort so poor my heart can't pacify.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101010101 01111111010 1101110101 11011101010 1111111111 11110111110 11110111101 11111011101 1101110011 1111110101 11010101101 0111110101 1111011111 101111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 612 |
Words | 131 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 465 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 119 |
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