Analysis of Speed
This is the thing:
Like a flower opening in fast forward,
It came too quickly.
A month of remuneration.
"Balance," my mother always said.
Between bodies and minds,
Blood and souls,
Dancing and respite.
But never a word about speed.
Here it is now,
A fortnight after Enchanted April,
With nothing more to gain but time:
Loose, disparate and slow.
Anything but patient.
Scheme | XXXX XXXX XXXX XX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101 10101000110 11110 0110010 1011011 011001 101 10010 11001011 1111 011001010 11011111 110001 10110 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 354 |
Words | 64 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 72 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 16 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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