Analysis of Crimson Glass
Blood seeps through the glass, of the window pane.
It turns from clear to crimson; it becomes stained
With the blood from my own body drained.
Now I'm empty, there's nothing left inside me.
My skin is pale and body weak, but I can see
The glass, as the sun shines on it,
Sparkles with red tones...
I admire its beauty.
Scheme | ABBCCDEC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1110110101 11111101011 101111101 11101101011 111101011111 01101111 10111 101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 311 |
Words | 61 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 8 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 243 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 61 |
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Submitted on March 13, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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