Analysis of ADMONITION
I'm going to be woken up many more times today. Who would have thought long ago that there would be a time when it would be better to hide, or to rest like moles in the ground. To disappear like a wild trail, whimsical and sudden, and to fold myself under without a sound. Already I deceive myself, I deceive myself, while I endure this relentless, greedy agony driven on by a lucrative careerist, a race for validation.
The softening man, outcast, still crying, looks back in me, suddenly searching for his place, his self. The old cancerous bottom of crying spasms shakes out of me pain, self-destructive anguish, self-devouring mood. I look through life as one who no longer cares what the moderns or the greats think of him!
I am bound here in exile, and what is left is a desolation, and in my heart there can be no refuge of wise peace. - The wandering stairs, like shackles, hold me in, and will not let me go. Arrogant, pitch-born, mongrel, impious, profane talk, infects the best of marcona souls everywhere.
How I have wept, how I have whimpered, how I have cried like a child forgotten in the storm, from which I have hitherto been incessantly fleeing. The everlasting gloom of evil, of cursed horrors, like a trapping terror, compels me to trust no one. I hover high above a handful of a mob, yet I must constantly prove my place, if need be.
A double, helpless fatigue in the filthy swamp of things, the imprint of my wasted memories and deeds, like a robber's chain, trailing my feet. Dirty chess A double, helpless fatigue in the filthy swamp of things, the imprint of my wasted memories and deeds, like a robber's chain, trailing my feet. A dirty chessboard has become a player's life! My ropes are in tatters!
Scheme | X X X X X |
---|---|
Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011101101101111110111110111111011111110011011011100010011110010101010111011110110101010010110100010011010 0100111101101100101111101100101101011111101010101001111111111011010101111 111101011110010001111111011101001110110011111100111010011010111110 1111111111111010100011111111010010001011101110101010011111111010101101111100111111 0101001001011100111101000110111011101010100100101110011110100011011101101011010101111010 |
Characters | 1,730 |
Words | 320 |
Sentences | 17 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 5 |
Letters per line (avg) | 270 |
Words per line (avg) | 62 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 270 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 62 |
Font size:
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem analysis to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"ADMONITION" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 10 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem-analysis/166379/admonition>.
Discuss this Norbert Tasev poem analysis with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In