Analysis of Stupidity
Amy Lowell 1874 (Brookline) – 1925 (Brookline)
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
I broke and bruised your rose.
I hardly could suppose
It were a thing so fragile that my clutch
Could kill it, thus.
It stood so proudly up upon its stem,
I knew no thought of fear,
And coming very near
Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,
Tearing it down.
Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,
The crimson petals, all
Outspread about my fall.
They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone
Of memory.
And with my words I carve a little jar
To keep their scented dust,
Which, opening, you must
Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far
More grieved than you.
Scheme | ABBAX CDDCX XEEXX FGGFX |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) Etheree (20%) |
Metre | 1001111101 110111 110101 1001110111 1111 1111010111 111111 010101 111111 1011 11011111 010101 10111 1111010111 1100 0111110101 111101 110011 1111010111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 608 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 120 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 29, 2023
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