Analysis of After Love
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea --
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
Scheme | ABCB CAXA XDCD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 11110101 11110101 11110011 1111 10010101 11110101 11110101 0101 11011111 0101111 11110101 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 349 |
Words | 75 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 88 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 02, 2023
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