Analysis of Calm
Charles Baudelaire 1821 (Paris) – 1867 (Paris)
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.
You asked for night: it falls: it is here.
A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the hill,
to some men bringing peace, to others care.
While the vile human multitude
goes to earn remorse, in servile pleasure’s play,
under the lash of joy, the torturer, who
is pitiless, Sadness, come, far away:
Give me your hand. See, where the lost years
lean from the balcony in their outdated gear,
where regret, smiling, surges from the watery deeps.
Underneath some archway, the dying light
sleeps, and, like a long shroud trailing from the East,
listen, dear one, listen to the soft onset of night.
Scheme | ABACDEFEGHGIJI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101110011 111111111 010010101 1111011101 1011010 11101010101 10011101001 1100101101 111111011 11010001101 1011010101001 01110101 10101110101 101110101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 621 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 484 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 109 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 08, 2023
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