Analysis of Dead Joys
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Moan on with thy loud changeless wail,
Desolate sea,
Grinding thy pebbles into thankless sand.
Oh, could I lash my angry heart like thee
Until it broke upon an iron land,
The very rocks should tremble and turn pale
To be the witness of my agony.
Fierce wind, the sob of thy dull pitiless voice
Is thick with snow.
Hiss out thy tale into my ice--bound ear
In sleety whispers, for full well I know
That in thy wanderings thou hast seen my joys,
My young joys, dead in some far hemisphere,
A land of blackness and colossal woe.
Naked they lay, my shipwrecked mariners,
Upon the shore.
The low moon pointed her long fingers, red
As a murderer's hand, between their prison bars
In the ribbed wreck, which hungry ocean tore
At the first spring--tide to reclaim the dead
And hide them in his jaws for evermore.
Tell me, thou silence, what sad death they died,
Poor castaways!
What wolfish eyes were on each other there,
When they had eaten all that hunger stays,
And thirst no longer could be quenched with pride!
Didst thou not see their teeth grow white and bare,
Grinding a savage thought for many days,
Until they fell upon their own red hearts?
Thou didst not see,
Or Thou hadst surely had some pity, God,
When they crept gnawing to the vital parts,
My joys, which I had nursed so tenderly
In the very cradle of my love's abode.
Or art Thou pitiless as wind or sea?
Scheme | ABCBCAB XDXDXXD XEFXEFE GHIHGIH JBXJBXB |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (26%) |
Metre | 1111111 1001 1011001101 1111110111 0111011101 0101110011 1101011100 11011111001 1111 1111011111 011011111 10110011111 111101110 0111000101 101111100 0101 0111001101 101001011101 0011110101 1011110101 011011110 1111011111 110 111011101 1111011101 0111011111 1111111101 1001011101 0111011111 1111 1111011101 1111010101 1111111100 00101011101 1111001111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,337 |
Words | 255 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 7, 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 35 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 214 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 51 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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