Analysis of Heaven Distracts
Heaven awaits, yet here I am. What am I to do with this pain, then?
They are that which keeps me from my rest. They are the other, of which I am not.
Describe love to me, my brother. Tell me, my sister, who is my neighbor? Our love is not for them. They cannot see the love robed in hatred. They are blinded.
Wake up o sleepers! Heaven distracts. Heap burning coals on their heads, beloved! Suffer no longer the bonds of tribe. Hate your mother, hate your father.
For love awaits, and in love is heaven.
| Scheme | X X X X X |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
| Metre | 10011111111111111 1111111111101011111 011111101111011110101111111010110101110 11110100111011110110110011111101110 1101001110 |
| Characters | 503 |
| Words | 98 |
| Sentences | 15 |
| Stanzas | 5 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 5 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 76 |
| Words per line (avg) | 20 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 76 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
About this poem
We all feel tribal. It's a natural state of being. What defines tribe? Can we select the criterion or criteria on which we can base our tribe? I argue that we can, and should. Love is the thing.
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Written on September 19, 2021
Submitted by ericb.70811 on September 20, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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