Analysis of Cino
Italian Campagna 1309, the open road
Bah! I have sung women in three cities,
But it is all the same;
And I will sing of the sun.
Lips, words, and you snare them,
Dreams, words, and they are as jewels,
Strange spells of old deity,
Ravens, nights, allurement:
And they are not;
Having become the souls of song.
Eyes, dreams, lips, and the night goes.
Being upon the road once more,
They are not.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for wind-runeing
They dream us-toward and
Sighing, say, ``Would Cino,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe.
Frail Cino, strongest of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light,
Would Cino of the Luth were here!''
Once, twice a year---
Vaguely thus word they:
``Cino?'' ``Oh, eh, Cino Polnesi
The singer is't you mean?''
``Ah yes, passed once our way,
A saucy fellow, but . . .
(Oh they are all one these vagabonds),
Peste! 'tis his own songs?
Or some other's that he sings?
But *you*, My Lord, how with your city?''
My you ``My Lord,'' God's pity!
And all I knew were out, My Lord, you
Were Lack-land Cino, e'en as I am,
O Sinistro.
I have sung women in three cities.
But it is all one.
I will sing of the sun.
. . . eh? . . . they mostly had grey eyes,
But it is all one, I will sing of the sun.
``'Pollo Phoibee, old tin pan, you
Glory to Zeus' aegis-day,
Shield o' steel-blue, th' heaven o'er us
Hath for boss thy lustre gay!
'Pollo Phoibee, to our way-fare
Make thy laugh our wander-lied;
Bid thy 'flugence bear away care.
Cloud and rain-tears pass they fleet!
Seeking e'er the new-laid rast-way
To the gardens of the sun . . .
* * *
I have sung women in three cities
But it is all one.
I will sing of the white birds
In the blue waters of heaven,
The clouds that are spray to its sea."
Scheme | a bxc xxdaef xgeffxxhxiixx xj bxjxxxxd dkxg BCchc kjxj lxlx jc BCxcd |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01010101 1111100110 111101 0111101 110111 11011110 1111100 1011 0111 10010111 1110011 10010111 111 01001101101 1111 111010 101110 10010101001 1101110 1010101 11010111 111101011 11010101 1101 10111 111101 0101111 1111101 010101 111111100 11111 1110111 111111110 1111110 011101111 0111011111 11 111100110 11111 111101 1110111 11111111101 1011111 1011101 11111110101 1111101 10111011 11110101 1111011 1011111 101001111 1010101 1 111100110 11111 1111011 00110110 01111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,750 |
Words | 342 |
Sentences | 38 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 3, 6, 13, 2, 8, 4, 5, 4, 4, 2, 1, 5 |
Lines Amount | 58 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 101 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 31, 2023
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