Analysis of Playthings
Rabindranath Tagore 1861 (Kolkata) – 1941 (Kolkata)
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1110111000110101011010 111111110110101 11101101101101010 0111110110101111101 111010011100101011 111101010111010 1101110111111111011101110101 011011101101101000111111001 |
Characters | 688 |
Words | 130 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 8 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 63 |
Words per line (avg) | 16 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 507 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 127 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 18, 2023
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