Analysis of Going
Philip Larkin 1922 (Coventry) – 1985 (Hull)
There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.
Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to the sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?
What loads my hands down?
| Scheme | XXX XXX XXX X |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) Etheree (20%) |
| Metre | 11110100 0101110101 1111 101110101 11111100101 11110 1101111 1101111011 11101 11111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 312 |
| Words | 63 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 62 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 16 |
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