Analysis of The Thrill Is Gone
I am ashamed you knew me young,
before sundry winters drew lines from my eyes
like the spider-web cracks of a stickball mishap,
and the mad dashing legs of puppy-love glee
dragged like hip-bound bags of sand
and gravel, braced against a flood.
Now, as dusks bring the hidden Eros
of loathsome nickel-cigar ashes
concealed in empty cans of beans,
a dirge recalls the scent and sound
of shameful winds of whispered pity
wafting cinnamon of unbaked pies
and clanking din of unfinished work,
as B. B. King pours like tepid spilled milk
through the ashen fog-soup ether,
reminding me the thrill is gone.
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Metre | 11011111 01101011111 1010111011 00110111011 1111111 01010101 111101010 110100110 01010111 0110101 110111010 10100111 010110101 1111111011 10101110 01010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 583 |
Words | 104 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 479 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 104 |
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Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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