Analysis of Willows don’t Weep as much as me
“Can’t you hurry up?” he says as my ankle
Bone creaks (like a hinge)
Falls into the dewy grass—
Browns, decays, and rusts away.
I hopscotch to a weeping willow
and yank a vine from its frosted bough.
Tourniquet my limb--
One foot dangles out of the grave
And sets into hues of sunrise,
Too early and too late to sleep,
Without curtain entrails falling from trees.
The sun burns my eyes.
“Can’t you see I’m dying?” I yell
To his mile-long shadow up-ahead.
“Can’t you see
I’m dying?” the bluffs echo back to me.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11101111110 11101 1010101 1010101 1110101 010111101 00011 11101101 0101111 11001111 0110101011 01111 11111011 11111101 111 1100110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 546 |
Words | 109 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 1, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 77 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 19 |
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Submitted on April 27, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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