Analysis of My Room
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
I think the things I own and love
Acquire a sense of me,
That gives them value far above
The worth that others see.
My chattels are of me a part:
This chair on which I sit
Would break its overstuffed old heart
If I made junk of it.
To humble needs with which I live,
My books, my desk, my bed,
A personality I give
They'll lose when I am dead.
Sometimes on entering my room
They look at me with fear,
As if they had a sense of doom
Inevitably near.
Yet haply, since they do not die,
In them will linger on
Some of the spirit that was I,
When I am gone.
And maybe some sweet soul will sigh,
And stroke with tender touch
The things I loved, and even cry
A little,--not too much.
Scheme | ABABCDCD XEXEFGFG HXHXHIHI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011101 0100111 11110101 011101 1111101 111111 1111011 111111 11011111 111111 0010011 111111 01110011 111111 11110111 010001 1111111 011101 11010111 1111 01011111 011101 01110101 010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 781 |
Words | 142 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 172 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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