Analysis of Heaven Lost
At three in the morning
The stardust falls-
On my hand like a tempest
Crashing to the shores of a fragile land
Breaking and washing over, like a spirit
Haunting the shadows of sunless moons-
The bedfellows of history
Now they cleave, now they carve
Mold and undo what art can only try-
To reforge out of ashes-
Out of the dust of falling stars
Twinkle then and rupture the ether-
That heavenly hold that keeps your spells
In the place God carved for the broken hearted
Tell them my name and claim
What I gave so willingly
And judge me as harsh as the broken felon
That undid his own heaven with ease.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOGPQ |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110010 011 1111010 1010110101 10010101010 1001111 0101100 111111 1001111101 111110 11011101 101010010 110011111 00111101010 111101 1111100 01111101010 101111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 600 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 479 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 114 |
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Submitted on August 22, 2014
Modified on March 05, 2023
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