Analysis of Quarrel
Elinor Morton Wylie 1885 (Somerville, New Jersey) – 1928 (New York City, New York)
Let us quarrel for these reasons:
You detest the salt which seasons
My speech . . . and all my lights go out
In the cold poison of your doubt.
I love Shelley . . . you love Keats
Something parts and something meets.
I love salads . . . you love chops;
Something goes and something stops.
Something hides its face and cries;
Something shivers; something dies.
I love blue ribbons brought from fairs;
You love sitting splitting hairs.
I love truth, and so do you . . .
Tell me, is it truly true?
| Scheme | AABBCCDDEEFFGG |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11101110 10101110 11011111 00110111 1110111 1010101 1110111 1010101 1011101 1010101 11110111 1110101 1110111 1111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 501 |
| Words | 86 |
| Sentences | 19 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 14 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 373 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 96 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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