Analysis of Song
Isaac Rosenberg 1890 (Bristol) – 1918 (Somme)
A silver rose to show
Is your sweet face;
And like the heavens' white brow,
Sometime God's battle-place,
Your blood is quiet now.
Your body is a star
Unto my thought ;
But stars are not too far,
And can be caught-
Small pools their prisons are.
| Scheme | XABAB CXCXC |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Etheree (50%) Tetractys (40%) |
| Metre | 010111 1111 0101011 11101 111101 110101 1011 111111 0111 111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 243 |
| Words | 48 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 5 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 94 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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