Analysis of Terpsichore
Morning breaks,
The dawn's embrace
Begins,
And light,
Like blood,
Spills over
Night's demise.
In darkness' grip,
A scarlet haze
Now gleams,
In wait
For Terpsichore,
Swift in her race,
Across blue heavens,
Marking time's
Swift flight.
And we,
The mortal children
Of this Earth,
Arise from slumber,
Eager to partake,
In each other's joys,
In shared delight,
A simple smile,
Exchanged
In humble grace.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJKFBLMDNOPFQRDSTB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101 0101 01 01 11 110 101 0101 0101 11 01 11 1001 01110 101 11 01 01010 111 01110 10101 01101 0101 0101 01 0101 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 417 |
Words | 91 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 26 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 12 |
Words per line (avg) | 3 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 310 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
About this poem
This poem describes the break of dawn and the arrival of light, comparing it to blood spilling over the end of the night. In the grip of darkness, a red haze illuminates, anticipating the arrival of Terpsichore, the muse of dance, as she swiftly moves across the sky, marking time's passing.
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