Analysis of Mid-March
Lizette Woodworth Reese 1856 (Waverly) – 1935
It is too early for white boughs, too late
For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall
A few last flakes, ragged and delicate.
Down the stripped roads the maples start their small,
Soft, ’wildering fires. Stained are the meadow stalks
A rich and deepening red. The willow tree
Is woolly. In deserted garden-walks
The lean bush crouching hints old royalty,
Feels some June stir in the sharp air and knows
Soon ’twill leap up and show the world a rose.
The days go out with shouting; nights are loud;
Wild, warring shapes the wood lifts in the cold;
The moon’s a sword of keen, barbaric gold,
Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.
Scheme | XAXABCBCDD EFFE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011111 1111010111 0111100100 1011010111 111011011 0101001011 1100010101 0111011100 1111001101 1111010101 0111110111 1101011001 0101110101 1101010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 642 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 4 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 251 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 59 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 21, 2023
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