Analysis of Cough-In Nail
Light was long, the armchair and I,
Jules, heaped on the sofa.
The sunlight still.
I shook until my bones reminded me,
It was too cold.
Blanket.
Blanket.
Blanket.
Boiling in the wretch of the sun.
Crawling blood, discarding my precious luminous red, into the bowl of a blue sink,
again. again. again. again.
Penicillin, for without you, much like a Victorian youth, I would have choked once more, maybe a week longer
and wilted into phantasms, of a cruel repute of disease and ills.
What would I have done in March?
Scheme | x xx xxAAA x x x x x x |
---|---|
Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1110101 111010 011 1101110101 1111 10 10 10 10001101 101010110100101011011 01010101 010101111001001111111100110 01001110100110101 1111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 613 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 17 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 5, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 44 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 10 |
About this poem
Chastise
Font size:
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem analysis to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Cough-In Nail" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 8 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem-analysis/186484/cough-in-nail>.
Discuss this RENOIR poem analysis with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In