Analysis of Gathering Leaves
Robert Frost 1874 (San Francisco) – 1963 (Boston)
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Scheme | ABAB XCXC XDXD XEXE XFXF XGXG |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 1111 11011 01111 11101 11011 11011 11001 1001 101011 01101 101011 00111 111001 01001 111011 01111 111011 011110 1111 1110110 111011 101101 01111 01011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 524 |
Words | 108 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 70 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 18, 2023
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