Analysis of The Wanderer
He must have been on
The road since dawn
Tramping across the moor;
"God bless you", he said,
On that cold grey morn'
As we met at my kitchen
Door.
On his weathered face there
Grew a beard almost touching
His naked breast,
Standing near six feet-
A supple type-
I assumed he was from the west.
His hair was black, a raven black,
All tossed by the morning breeze,
Did he sleep for long or did he
Sleep at all I thought as he ate
Some porridge.
Then after, perhaps, his best meal
In days he thanked me by using
God's name and off he went as I
Fed the hens- had he thoughts
Of riches or fame ?
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111 0111 100101 11111 11111 1111110 1 111011 101110 1101 10111 0101 10111101 11110101 1110101 11111111 11111111 110 11001111 01111110 11011111 101111 11011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 569 |
Words | 119 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 6, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 113 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on February 21, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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