Analysis of Dear Friends
Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935
Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.
And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.
Scheme | ABBAABBA CDXCDX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111111 1101110111 1111011101 1101110101 0111011111 1101110111 1101010101 1101110101 011111111 0101000101 1101011101 1111010111 0111110111 0111110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 583 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 228 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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