Analysis of The Tidings
Lola Ridge 1873 – 1941
Censored lies that mimic truth…
Censored truth as pale as fear…
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear…
My heart is like a mother bird,
Circling ever higher,
And the nest-tree rimmed about
By a forest fire…
My heart is like a lover foiled
By a broken stair -
They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street,
And I am not there!
| Scheme | XXXX XAXA XBXB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
| Metre | 1011101 1011111 11110101 010111 11110101 1001010 0011101 101010 11110101 10101 111011011 01111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 366 |
| Words | 72 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 89 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 24, 2023
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