Analysis of Fire Island
Walking the dunes,
Picking up stones,
Seashells are not my forte’.
Those I see are pretty, but, common
Dear Lessie reminds me.
She sees shells I don’t.
The artist’s eye.
I hie a blind eye.
Stones, iridescent white,
Pink marbled, wet
Revealing marbling hidden by God
As a prize to be revealed
To those given to see with His eyes.
Waves crash to shore on this wintry clear day.
Row upon row thundering into each other,
White caps as fingers reaching to man and screaming,
“Save Me! Save Me! Preserve the Beach! I’m tolling away in the pollution of man.”
Scheme | XXA XXABB XXXXX AXXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1001 1011 111110 111110110 11011 11111 0101 11011 10101 1101 01011011 1011101 111011111 1111111011 101110001110 111101011010 11110101110010001011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 587 |
Words | 105 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 5, 5, 4 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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