Analysis of Bad Weather
Alfred Lichtenstein 1889 – 1914
A frozen moon stands waxen,
White shadows,
Dead face,
Above me and the dull
Earth.
Throws green light
Like a garment,
A wrinkled one,
On bluish land.
But from the edge
Of the city,
Like a soft hand without fingers,
Gently rises
And fearfully threatening like death
Dark, nameless...
Rising
Without sound,
An empty slow sea swells towards us -
At first it was only like a weary
Moth, which crawled over the last houses.
Now it is a black bleeding hole.
It has already buried the city and half the sky.
Ah, had I flown -
Now it is too late.
My head falls into
Desolate hands.
On the horizon an apparition like a shriek
Announces
Terror and imminent end.
Scheme | ABCDEFGAHIJKLMNOPNJLQRASTUVWX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010111 11 11 011001 1 111 1010 0101 1101 1101 1010 10110110 1010 0110011 110 10 011 110111011 1111101010 111100110 11101101 11010100100101 1111 11111 11101 1001 100101010101 010 1001001 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 623 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 29 |
Lines Amount | 29 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 507 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on April 16, 2023
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