Analysis of The Evil of Nature
Why must ye wither ole rose?
Hath ye been conquered by autumn's sting?
Is thy root no more?
Doth nature-death- to thy pedals bring?
For as sure as the tree bears fruit, The leaf will surely die;
Each limb does his own task, Death- a humble end- so ask, Nature, answer the question 'Why?'.
The cycle- each new bud begins, The season its only life;
For the future of the flower,
It's one of birth, death, and in between-strife.
Ist thou no more, beautiful rose?
Can ye not bud once more?
Doth ye not fertile your own kind?
Or doth ye fear in your mind?
The children of nature's whore?
| Scheme | ABCB DD EXE ACFFC |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111011 111101101 11111 110111101 11110111011101 111111101011110100101 010111010101101 10101010 1111100011 11111001 111111 11110111 1111011 0101101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 585 |
| Words | 127 |
| Sentences | 12 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 3, 5 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 110 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Written in 1991
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