Analysis of Wheels
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Since I am sick of Wheels
That jar my day,
Unto the hush that heals
I steal away.
Unto the core of Peace
Nature reveals,
I go to win release
From Wheels.
Let me beneath the moon
Take desert trail;
Or on some lost lagoon
Serenely sail;
Win to some peak the grey
Storm cloud conceals . . .
Life, let me get away
From Wheels!
Why was I born so late?
A skin-clad man
I should have shared the fate
Of mountain clan;
My quiet flock beside,
When silence steals,
Unshocked in eventide
By Wheels.
The Wheel is King today,
And speed's a god;
Yet when I see the way
My feet have trod,
Like pilgrims who to shrine
Of Beauty kneels,
I pray: O Peace divine
Damn Wheels!
Scheme | ababcacA dedebabA fgfgxaba bhbhiaia |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 1111 100111 1101 100111 1001 111101 11 110101 1101 111101 01001 111101 1101 111101 11 111111 0111 111101 1101 110101 1101 101 11 011101 0101 111101 1111 110111 1101 111101 11 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 792 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 32 |
Letters per line (avg) | 16 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 126 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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