Analysis of The Calling
Roberto Suárez Torres 1983 (New York)
The calling of the lands,
drops that pitter-patter;
what we taste is not bland;
on a cold night my friends
by me, their breath, fire.
I, like brittle leaves, bend;
my pale skin shivering,
deep and down what draws nigh,
each petal withering
leads closer to the sky,
a small glow, passing by...
| Scheme | XAX XAX BCB CC |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 010101 11110 111111 101111 111110 111011 111100 101111 110100 110101 011101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 295 |
| Words | 64 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 56 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 13 |
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Written on March 12, 2022
Submitted by robertrad2021 on March 12, 2022
Modified by robertrad2021 on June 22, 2022
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