Analysis of You Thought I Was That Type
Anna Akhmatova 1889 (Odessa) – 1966 (Moscow)
You thought I was that type:
That you could forget me,
And that I'd plead and weep
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,
Or that I'd ask the sorcerers
For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift:
My precious perfumed handkerchief.
Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul
Vicarious tears or a single glance.
And I swear to you by the garden of the angels,
I swear by the miracle-working icon,
And by the fire and smoke of our nights:
I will never come back to you.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 111011 011101 01110011011 11110100 11101011101101001 11001100 111111111 0100110101 0111110101010 11101001010 01010011101 11101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 499 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 2, 4 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 98 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 25, 2023
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