Analysis of Aftermath
Amy Lowell 1874 (Brookline) – 1925 (Brookline)
I learnt to write to you in happier days,
And every letter was a piece I chipped
From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped
From the mosaic of life; its blues and grays,
Its throbbing reds, I gave to earn your praise.
To make a pavement for your feet I stripped
My soul for you to walk upon, and slipped
Beneath your steps to soften all your ways.
But now my letters are like blossoms pale
We strew upon a grave with hopeless tears.
I ask no recompense, I shall not fail
Although you do not heed; the long, sad years
Still pass, and still I scatter flowers frail,
And whisper words of love which no one hears.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101001 01001010111 1111010101 10010111101 1101111111 1101011111 1111110101 0111110111 1111011101 1101011101 111101111 111110111 1101110101 0101111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 618 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 477 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 119 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 30, 2023
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