Analysis of Nationality
Dame Mary Gilmore 1865 (Crookwell, New South Wales) – 1962 (Sydney, New South Wales)
I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.
All men at God's round table sit,
and all men must be fed;
But this loaf in my hand,
This loaf is my son's bread.
Scheme | XAXA XBXB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 111110100 110111 11111101 111111 11111101 011111 111011 111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 234 |
Words | 53 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 87 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 06, 2023
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