Analysis of White Fog
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF |
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Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
Metre | 10010111 0110111 1011111 01011100 11010101 1001101 11011101 11111101 10010101 01010101 01010111 1011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 380 |
Words | 72 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 101 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 24, 2023
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