Analysis of My Neighbors
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
To rest my fagged brain now and then,
When wearied of my proper labors,
I lay aside my lagging pen
And get to thinking on my neighbors;
For, oh, around my garret den
There's woe and poverty a-plenty,
And life's so interesting when
A lad is only two-and-twenty.
Now, there's that artist gaunt and wan,
A little card his door adorning;
It reads: "Je ne suis pour personne",
A very frank and fitting warning.
I fear he's in a sorry plight;
He starves, I think, too proud to borrow,
I hear him moaning every night:
Maybe they'll find him dead to-morrow.
Scheme | ABABACAC XDADEFEF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 110111010 11011101 011101110 11011101 110100010 0111001 011101010 11110101 010111010 1111111 010101010 11100101 11111111 111101001 101111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 542 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 210 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 51 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 19, 2023
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