Analysis of The Sapling
On the windowsill, in a red pot,
The winter chill, that the snow brought.
It bore and bore, with a smile on it's face,
the warm breath wanting to embrace.
The sun arose, the light passing through the hole
cawed the crow as black as charcoal.
Parched throats, only a drop to spare
what all must the sapling bear?
The green sapling turned brown, as the days slowly passed,
It looked around, in the garden vast.
It was finally free, he somehow knew
Towards the sky, off he flew.
Scheme | XXAA BBCC DDEE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1010011 01011011 1101101111 01110101 01010110101 1011111 11100111 1110101 011011101101 110100101 111001111 0101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 477 |
Words | 99 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 123 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
About this poem
Saplings unable to move from their pot, they experience intense pain (rain, weather etc.) but they can't attain freedom. They spend their entire life withstanding all the pain and not receiving anything in return. why? can't they get a glimpse of this pleasure? what did they do to go through this misery?
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