Analysis of The Lane
Edward Thomas 1878 (London Borough of Lambeth) – 1917 (Pas-de-Calais)
Some day, I think, there will be people enough
In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries
Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight
Broad lane where now September hides herself
In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.
To-day, where yesterday a hundred sheep
Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway
Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ...
It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries
His song. For heat it is like summer too.
This might be winter's quiet. While the glint
Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts -
One mile - and those bells ring, little I know
Or heed if time be still the same, until
The lane ends and once more all is the same.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111111001 01111010 1101011101 1111010101 0100101011 111100101 010010011101 1101110101 110111011 1111111101 1111010101 11010010101 1101111011 1111110101 0110111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 665 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 15 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 525 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 126 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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