Analysis of From One Who Stays
Amy Lowell 1874 (Brookline) – 1925 (Brookline)
How empty seems the town now you are gone!
A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls
Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls
Eery, distorted, as it long had shone
On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone.
The whir of motors, stricken through with calls
Of playing boys, floats up at intervals;
But all these noises blur to one long moan.
What quest is worth pursuing? And how strange
That other men still go accustomed ways!
I hate their interest in the things they do.
A spectre-horde repeating without change
An old routine. Alone I know the days
Are still-born, and the world stopped, lacking you.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101011111 0100111111 110101011 101011111 1111010111 0111010111 1101111100 1111011111 1111010011 1101110101 1111000111 0101010011 1101011101 1110011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 482 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 14, 2023
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