Analysis of Beware the Road
ted s owens 1949 (SC)
Cruel this road:
pointing and promising,
lying and leading nowhere.
Bruised, bleeding feet
slog in monotonous ruts
and never suspicion the
insanity. Throngs gorge
at its endless tables
and starve, drink
from countless cups
and cough dust. Beguiled,
all pursue completeness
but die unfinished, their
last coin invested in
imposters who leave
souls to rustle like
parched fields. What
is this weariness
after every pleasure,
this choking on
darkness midday?
Cruel this road.
Damn this road. No
matter the roof it
brings the hopeful
under, they sit homesick.
Is there not another way?
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1011 100100 100101 1101 1001001 0100100 010011 111010 011 1101 01101 101010 110101 110100 111 11101 111 11100 1010010 1101 101 1011 1111 10011 1010 10111 1110101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 585 |
| Words | 104 |
| Sentences | 9 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 27 |
| Lines Amount | 27 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 3 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 472 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 93 |
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