Analysis of Ben Trovato
Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935
The Deacon thought. “I know them,” he began,
“And they are all you ever heard of them—
Allurable to no sure theorem,
The scorn or the humility of man.
You say ‘Can I believe it?’—and I can;
And I’m unwilling even to condemn
The benefaction of a stratagem
Like hers—and I’m a Presbyterian.
“Though blind, with but a wandering hour to live,
He felt the other woman in the fur
That now the wife had on. Could she forgive
All that? Apparently. Her rings were gone,
Of course; and when he found that she had none,
He smiled—as he had never smiled at her.”
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101111101 0111110111 111110 0110010011 1111011011 0101010101 0110100 100100100 111101001011 1101010001 1101111101 1101000101 1101111111 1111110110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 583 |
Words | 109 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 209 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 31, 2023
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