Analysis of The Roaring Twenties
A promise to me that I needed, she said she would.
As St. Thomas threw these "He's dead" words, I know
not to be appeased this way. No anger could
be strongest to gleam red in me, which resolves, so,
I worry about nothing. Oh, stranger, don't dissolve slow
in me now. When did I become this? So now
you are involved; your ghost donning doubt. Why
do these frowns adorn your face when smiles
hide behind and underneath? I lace my trials
with kind and blunder-free; what is there to get
in a handshake with a glove on it? Its cold pleat?
Scheme | ABABBCDEFGH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101111101111 11101111111 11101111101 110111011011 11001101101011 01111101111 1101111011 111011111 10100111110 11010111111 00110111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 525 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 11 |
Lines Amount | 11 |
Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 409 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 103 |
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Submitted on January 23, 2015
Modified on March 05, 2023
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