Analysis of Sub Mare
Ezra Pound 1885 (Hailey) – 1972 (Venice)
It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
Since you have come this place has hovered round me,
This fabrication built of autumn roses,
Then there's a goldish colour, different.
And one gropes in these things as delicate
Algæ reach up and out, beneath
Pale slow green surgings of the underwave,
'Mid these things older than the names they have,
These things that are familiears of the god.
|Metre||1101111101 11111111011 1010111010 11011100 0110111100 1110101 1111101 1111010111 11111101|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Stanza Lengths||4, 5|
|Letters per line (avg)||33|
|Words per line (avg)||8|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||151|
|Words per stanza (avg)||35|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 17, 2023
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