Analysis of A Winter Night
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro,
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
Scheme | ABXA XCBC XDXD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 11011111 01110111 01110001 11011111 11010101 01010101 11010111 11011111 11110111 1011111 1110101 11110001 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 416 |
Words | 80 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 106 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 25, 2023
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