Analysis of Artists Are Not Taught; They Are Born
The bird didn't need to be taught how to catch fish; its astounding ability to dive; its lanky beak and the hunger in its dainty stomach; were simply enough fodder to propel it to dip down; capsize the robust meat in its mouth,
The dog didn't need to be taught how to wag its tail; its overwhelming urge to welcome its master; the angular silhouette of its body; was simply enough for
it to move the stump of fur protruding from its back,
The clouds didn't need to be taught how to rain; the conglomerate of ominous black coalesced in harmony; the fury fulminating inside; was simply enough fuel to
perpetuate themselves into gigantic droplets of crystal water,
The cow didn't need to be taught how to feed her calf; the river of milk oozing from her teats; her famished child nestling close to her body; was simply enough for her to satisfy her baby,
The rose didn't need to be taught how to give scent; the coalition of redolent red petals embodied in its visage; the scores of humming bees kissing its stalk; were simply enough for it to blossom and emanate its blissful fragrance,
The child didn't need to be taught how to walk; the unrelenting urge in him to reach his mother; an uncanny desire burning within him to explore the outside world; was simply enough to rise him on his feet; gallop with long strides and run,
The fish didn't need to be taught how to swim; having seen nothing but water since their birth; swirling waves of the sea as their perennial companion; was simply enough for them to slither their delectable bodies and mystically weave their way forward,
The Lion didn't need to be taught how to hunt; the inexorable gluttony of his stomach; a blood curling desire incarcerated in his flamboyant eyes; was simply enough to make him thunderously growl; run at lightening speeds towards the
throat of its prey,
The spider didn't need to be taught how to spin her web; the sea of slimy juice extruding from her tentacles; a furtive desire to be shielded from the acrimonious Sun and the world; were simply enough for it to clamber up the ceiling and spin its home within seconds,
The cat didn't need to be taught how to catch mice; its clusters of hostile needle teeth; the sense of uncanny adventure lingering profoundly in its hazel eyes; were simply enough for it to pounce on the diminutive rat and rip it apart into soft balls of
meat,
The skin didn't need to be taught how to sweat; sweltering rays of the dazzling Sun; an overwhelmingly hard day of work without sitting even a minute on the ground; was simply enough for it to evolve rivers replete with golden perspiration,
The peacock didn't need to be taught how to dance; incessant showers of water cascading in torrents from the sky; an ambience completely enveloped by voluptuous enchantment; was simply enough for it to spread its wings to a full plumage and sway,
The beggar didn't need to be taught how to beg; insatiable pangs of hunger imploding more fierce than a volcano in his stomach; every iota of blood virtually evaporating from his veins; was simply enough to make him open his mouth incoherently and wail for alms,
The scorpion didn't need to be taught how to sting; having spent its entire life besieged with ghastly reptile and ominous wildlife; a splendidly curved tail inundated supremely with lethal poison; was simply enough for it to spread its face into a sneering grin and venomously strike the sleeping rabbit,
The donkey didn't need to be taught how to kick; gruesome loads of sand laden on its tender body; with almost every entity transgressing it making it a point to ridicule it to ultimate limits; was simply enough for it to swish its tail and feet in raw indignation,
The lizard didn't need to be taught how to gobble insects; its enormously slender tongue; the incredulous ability in its fleet footed legs to climb on any wall; was simply enough for it to furtively approach its prey from behind; devour it in a fraction of a second; before the poor worm even new it was born,
The pair of Man and Woman didn't need to be taught how to procreate their progeny; the inexorable whirlpool of desire circulating rampantly in their bodies; the
glimmer of invincible hope floating in their eyes to have somebody resembling themselves in entirety; was simply enough for them to blend in the aisles of passionate love and give birth to their offspring,
The Omniscient Creator didn't need to be taught how to govern this earth; his omnipresent presence throbbing loudly in every heart; the supernatural power he
possessed of creating more than a million for every soul lost; was simply enough for him to sit on the throne of this planet; and rule it as the ultimate king for times immemorial,
And an artist didn't need to be taught how to paint; draw; write; sing; dance; etc.; the indefatigable reservoir of innovation multiplying every instant in the corridors of his brain; the unsurpassable euphoria he experienced in creating marvels out of abstract
forms; was simply enough for him to lift the pen; assimilate the entire world in just a piece of naked paper; make the whole Universe of his dreams actually come alive in just a single line; he enigmatically uttered.
Scheme | X XX XX A X B C DE X XX B E X X B X DX AX XC |
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Metre | 0110111111111010010011110100100110100100110101111110011011 0110111111111101011101100100011110110011 1110111010111 01101111111001001100101010001010111001101 01001010101011010 01101111111010101110101010110110101100110110010 0110111111110010110011001001100111011011010011111001011010 011011111110010101111101010010100111010111110011111111011101 0110111111110110110111101101110100010110011111010100100111110 010101111111010001001110011001001000101011100111111111001010 1111 0101011111110101110101010100010010111010010010010100111110101001110110 0110111111111101101010110100101000100110101001111110010010110101111 1 01101111111100110100110100111101101001010111001111011001110010 0110111111101010110010010101110001001010100010110011111111011001 01010111111101001110010111001001101000101110000100111110011111011001000111 0100101111111101101010111010010010100111000100110101100111111101010101101010 0101011111111011110111010111001000101101011101110010110011111110101010 010101111111011010010100100010001110111110111001111100011110101010010101001011101111 01110101011111110111000100011010100101100 101010011001111100100010010011001111100111001011111 001001010111111101110101010100100100100101 011010110101100111100111111011110011101001110100 011010111111111111000010001010101001001000100111010100101000010101101 11100111110101000101010111010101101111001010101011110 |
Characters | 5,173 |
Words | 911 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 160 |
Words per line (avg) | 35 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 219 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 48 |
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