Analysis of A Teamster's Farewell
Carl Sandburg 1878 (Galesburg) – 1967 (Flat Rock)
Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary
Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
locking hubs,
The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs.
The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy
haunches,
Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle,
The smash of the iron hoof on the stones,
All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street--
O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
Scheme | A XBXABXXXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111100100 111101001110 101 0110101100101 01010101010110 1 11110100100110 0110101101 1010100101101 1111011011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 424 |
Words | 78 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 9 |
Lines Amount | 10 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 165 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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