Analysis of Godmother
Dorothy Parker 1893 (Long Branch) – 1967 (New York City)
The day that I was christened-
It's a hundred years, and more!-
A hag came and listened
At the white church door,
A-hearing her that bore me
And all my kith and kin
Considerately, for me,
Renouncing sin.
While some gave me corals,
And some gave me gold,
And porringers, with morals
Agreeably scrolled,
The hag stood, buckled
In a dim gray cloak;
Stood there and chuckled,
Spat, and spoke:
"There's few enough in life'll
Be needing my help,
But I've got a trifle
For your fine young whelp.
I give her sadness,
And the gift of pain,
The new-moon madness,
And the love of rain."
And little good to lave me
In their holy silver bowl
After what she gave me-
Rest her soul!
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEAGHGHIJIJKLKLCICI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0111110 1010101 011010 10111 0100111 011101 111 0101 111110 01111 01110 11 01110 00111 11010 101 110101 11011 111010 11111 11010 00111 01110 00111 0101111 0110101 101111 101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 676 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 28 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 510 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 125 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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