Analysis of Mammy
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
I often wonder how
Life clicks because
They don't make women now
Like Mammy was.
When broods of two or three
Content most men,
How wonderful was she
With children ten!
Though sixty years have gone,
As I look back,
I see her rise at dawn,
Our boots to black;
Pull us from drowsy bed,
Wet sponge to pass,
And speed us porridge fed
To morning class.
Our duds to make and mend,
Far into night,
O'er needle she would spend
By bleary light.
Yet as her head drooped low,
With withered hair,
It seemed the candle glow
Made halo there.
And so with silvered pow
I sigh because
They don't make women now
Like Mammy was.
Scheme | abACdede fgfghihi jkjklmlm abAC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101 1101 111101 111 111111 1011 110011 1101 110111 1111 110111 10111 111101 1111 011101 1101 1011101 1011 1010111 1101 110111 1101 110101 1101 01111 1101 111101 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 659 |
Words | 119 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 4 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 118 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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