Analysis of Art And Life

Lola Ridge 1873 – 1941



When Art goes bounding, lean,
Up hill-tops fired green
To pluck a rose for life.

Life like a broody hen
Cluck-clucks him back again.

But when Art, imbecile,
Sits old and chill
On sidings shaven clean,
And counts his clustering
Dead daisies on a string
With witless laughter….

Then like a new Jill
Toiling up a hill
Life scrambles after.


Scheme AAX BB XCADDE CCE
Poetic Form
Metre 111101 111101 110111 110101 111101 111100 1101 11101 011100 110101 11010 11011 10101 11010
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 333
Words 62
Sentences 5
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 3, 2, 6, 3
Lines Amount 14
Letters per line (avg) 19
Words per line (avg) 4
Letters per stanza (avg) 66
Words per stanza (avg) 15
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 05, 2023

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Lola Ridge

Lola Ridge was an anarchist poet and an influential editor of avant-garde feminist and Marxist publications best remembered for her long poems and poetic sequences She along with other political poets of the early Modernist period has been coming under increasing critical scrutiny at the beginning of the twenty-first century more…

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