Analysis of Sonnet 09
Henry Timrod 1828 (Charleston) – 1867 (Columbia)
I know not why, but all this weary day,
Suggested by no definite grief or pain,
Sad fancies have been flitting through my brain;
Now it has been a vessel losing way,
Rounding a stormy headland; now a gray
Dull waste of clouds above a wintry main;
And then, a banner, drooping in the rain,
And meadows beaten into bloody clay.
Strolling at random with this shadowy woe
At heart, I chanced to wander hither! Lo!
A league of desolate marsh-land, with its lush,
Hot grasses in a noisome, tide-left bed,
And faint, warm airs, that nestle in the hush,
Like whispers round the body of the dead!
Scheme | ABBAABBACCDEDE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111101 01011100111 1101110111 1111010101 100101101 1111010101 0101010001 011001101 10110111001 1111110101 01110011111 110001111 0111110001 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 593 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 456 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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