Analysis of Her Lips Are Copper Wire
Jean Toomer 1894 (Washington, D.C.) – 1967 (Doylestown)
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
|Scheme||AXX XA XX XX XXX|
|Metre||101101 1011111 111010001 011111011 1111101 100101 10110110 01110101 1010011 11110101 011111 111010|
|Closest metre||Iambic tetrameter|
|Stanza Lengths||3, 2, 2, 2, 3|
|Letters per line (avg)||27|
|Words per line (avg)||6|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||64|
|Words per stanza (avg)||13|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
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