Analysis of Storm brewing
Sinister the hot wind blew.
Hypocritical, warm it made no sound.
But the leaves knew, and whispered
together: the flowers crouch low,
pressing dulled heads in close confusion
to the ground. Occasionally, sullen
couriers of the clouds, big raindrops,
fall: slowly now, cautiously:
(They are the reconnaisance waiting
the time to strike: waiting til the
blustering wind shall give command.
When all the forces have been mustered,
then
the final word, the lull,
the dark,
and the storm will break.
Scheme | X X AXBBXX XXXAXXXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1000111 010011111 1011010 01001011 101101010 1010100010 10010111 1101100 110110 01111010 10011101 110101110 1 010101 01 00111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 479 |
Words | 80 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 6, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 99 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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