Analysis of Rosie Roberts
Edgar Lee Masters 1868 (Garnett) – 1950 (Elkins Park)
I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.
So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria:
"I am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River,
Gradually wasting away.
But come and take me, I killed the son
Of the merchant prince, in Madam Lou's,
And the papers that said he killed himself
In his home while cleaning a hunting gun --
Lied like the devil to hush up scandal,
For the bribe of advertising.
In my room I shot him, at Madam Lou's,
Because he knocked me down when I said
That, in spite of all the money he had,
I'd see my lover that night."
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111111 1010010010111 11110110110100 11101110110 10001001 110111101 101010101 0010111101 0111100101 1101011110 1011100 0111111101 011111111 1011101011 1111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 588 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 15 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 450 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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