Analysis of Fight
Carl Sandburg 1878 (Galesburg) – 1967 (Flat Rock)
Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
Clots of red mess my hair
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how.
I was a killer.
Yes, I am a killer.
I come from killing.
I go to more.
I drive red joy ahead of me from killing.
Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices
of my inside bones:
The child cries for a suck mother and I cry for war.
| Scheme | AXXXB BAC AXX C |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111111110 110111111111 111111 001001011 11010 111010 11110 1111 11110111110 110111001010 11011 0111011001111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 410 |
| Words | 90 |
| Sentences | 10 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 3, 3, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 78 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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