Analysis of At Midnight
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.
Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.
Scheme | XAXA XBXB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11111111111 1011010101001 00110011110 110101 10111111011 1101000101 01001101010 111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 318 |
Words | 63 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 124 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 21, 2023
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