Analysis of Bereft
Robert Frost 1874 (San Francisco) – 1963 (Boston)
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly striking at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret my be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
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Metre | 11111101 11110101 111111011 10100101 101110101 101100111 1100101 1101101 11100101 101011101 10100001 11110111 11100101 1111001 11101101 11111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 543 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 428 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 109 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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