Analysis of Evadne
Hilda Doolittle 1886 (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) – 1961 (Zurich)
I first tasted under Apollo's lips,
love and love sweetness,
I, Evadne;
my hair is made of crisp violets
or hyacinth which the wind combs back
across some rock shelf;
I, Evadne,
was made of the god of light.
His hair was crisp to my mouth,
as the flower of the crocus,
across my cheek,
cool as the silver-cress
on Erotos bank;
between my chin and throat,
his mouth slipped over and over.
Still between my arm and shoulder,
I feel the brush of his hair,
and my hands keep the gold they took,
as they wandered over and over,
that great arm-full of yellow flowers.
Scheme | xaBxxxBx xaxxxxc cxxcx |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (35%) Etheree (35%) |
Metre | 1110100101 10110 1010 111111100 11010111 01111 1010 1110111 1111111 10101010 0111 110101 111 011101 11110010 10111010 1101111 01110111 111010010 111111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 550 |
Words | 108 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 7, 5 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 145 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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