Analysis of Cassandra
Louise Bogan 1897 (Livermore Falls) – 1970 (New York City)
To me, one silly task is like another.
I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.
This flesh will never give a child its mother,—
Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again. I am the chosen no hand saves:
The shrieking heaven lifted over men,
Not the dumb earth, wherein they set their graves.
| Scheme | ABABCDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme |
| Metre | 11110111010 110111101 11110101110 1101111111 0101011101 0111010111 0101010101 1011011111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 363 |
| Words | 69 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 273 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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