Analysis of Poor Kid
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark
And I am lily blonde.
''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark,
'You do not correspond.'
And yet they claim me as their own,
Born of their flesh and bone.
To doubt their parenthood I dread,
But now to girlhood grown,
The thought is haunting in my head
That I am not their own:
If so, my radiant bloom of youth
Would wither in the truth.
'Twould give me anguish deep to know
A fondling babe was I;
And that a maid in wedless woe
Left me to live or die:
I'd rather Mother lied and lied
To save my pride.
I love them both and they love me;
I am their all, they say.
Yet though the sweetest home have we,
To know I'm theirs I pray.
If not, please dear ones, never tell . . .
The truth would be of hell.
Scheme | ABABCC DCDCEE FGFGHH IJIJKK |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011101 011101 11111101 11101 01111111 111101 1111011 11111 01110011 111111 111100111 110001 11110111 0100111 0101011 111111 11010101 1111 11110111 111111 11010111 111111 11111101 011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 834 |
Words | 151 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 137 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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