Analysis of Not Dead
Robert Graves 1895 (Wimbledon) – 1985 (Deià)
Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain,
I know that David’s with me here again.
All that is simple, happy, strong, he is.
Caressingly I stroke
Rough bark of the friendly oak.
A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his.
Turf burns with pleasant smoke;
I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses.
All that is simple, happy, strong, he is.
Over the whole wood in a little while
Breaks his slow smile.
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1011111101 1111011101 1111010111 111 1110101 01110010111 111101 11110110 1111010111 1001100101 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 408 |
| Words | 77 |
| Sentences | 8 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 309 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 17, 2023
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