Analysis of Miscast I
Amy Lowell 1874 (Brookline) – 1925 (Brookline)
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade,
So keen that it nicks off the floating fringes of passers-by,
So sharp that the air would turn its edge
Were it to be twisted in flight.
Licking passions have bitten their arabesques into it,
And the mark of them lies, in and out,
Worm-like,
With the beauty of corroded copper patterning white steel.
My brain is curved like a scimitar,
And sighs at its cutting
Like a sickle mowing grass.
But of what use is all this to me!
I, who am set to crack stones
In a country lane!
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Metre | 1110110111100101 111111010101101 111011111 01111001 101011011011 001111001 11 1010101010111 1111101 011110 1010101 111111111 1111111 00101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 527 |
Words | 105 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 11, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 208 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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