Analysis of For M.W.
Jean Toomer 1894 (Washington, D.C.) – 1967 (Doylestown)
There is no transcience of twilight in
The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,
No flicker of a slender flame in space,
In crucibles, fragility crystalline.
There is no fragrance of the jessamine
About you, no pathos of some old place
At dusk, that crumbles like moth-eater lace
Beneath the touch. Nor has there ever been.
Your love is like the folk-song's flaming rise
In cane-lipped southern people, like their soul
Which burst its bondage in a bold travail;
Your voice is like them singing, soft and wise,
Your face, sweetly efflgent of the whole,
Inviolate of ways that would feile.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110 0101111101 1101010101 01010010 1111010100 0111101111 1111011101 0101111101 1111011101 0111010111 1111000101 1111110101 11101101 010011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 583 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 234 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 51 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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