Analysis of Calculate Me
A wineglass rose was set on
A smooth surface in the gulf
In spirals she overtook
In spirals it filled, engulfed.
I saw with some displeasure
That the tetrahedral feilds
Of cold flesh pink tranparencies
Unto the dark deep yeild.
Our maths are an invention
A world for our minds
So that we aren't so lost
Within a world without design.
Haphazardly as my blood may flow
Without the maps within my self
I still lament my brittle rose
On the Continental Shelf.
I feel my means are growing numb
For thinking I am just a sum.
Scheme | XXXAXBBAXBXXXCBC DD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 011111 0110001 010101 0101101 1111010 100101 11111 100111 10111010 011101 1111011 01010101 100011111 01010111 11011101 100101 11111101 11011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 501 |
Words | 97 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 16, 2 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 208 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on April 11, 2023
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