Analysis of Conscious
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen 1893 – 1918
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!
And who's that talking, somewhere out of sight?
Why are they laughing? What's inside that jug?
"Nurse! Doctor!" "Yes; all right, all right."
But sudden dusk bewilders all the air--
There seems no time to want a drink of water.
Nurse looks so far away. And everywhere
Music and roses burnt through crimson slaughter.
Cold; cold; he's cold; and yet so hot:
And there's no light to see the voices by--
No time to dream, and ask--he knows not what.
Scheme | ABABCDCD EFEFXXX |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 1101010101 1111010111 11010110111 0111010101 11011011101 011101111 1111010111 11011111 1101010101 11111101110 111101010 10010111010 11110111 0111110101 1111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 659 |
Words | 125 |
Sentences | 17 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 7 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 251 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 63 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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