Analysis of To A Dead Journalist
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
The busy trade of life is over now,
The intricate toil which was so hard for bread,
The strife each day renewed 'neath this poor brow
By this frail hand to be interpreted,
The zeal, the forethought, the heart's wounds that bled,
The anger roused, the stark blow answering blow,
All that was centred in that aching head
Of black necessity for weal or woe.
--Its use, its purpose what? Nay, less than none,
More blindly naught than even the dull clay
Left on this bed, its corporal union done,
Which we must shovel to its grave to--day.
O soul of Man, thou pilgrim of distress
Lost in Time's void! Thou wind of nothingness!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101111101 01001111111 0111011111 1111110100 010101111 01010111001 111101101 1101001111 1111011111 1101110011 11111100101 1111011111 1111110101 1011111100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 616 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 482 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 114 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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