Analysis of Poem #2
David Plantinga 1972 (Sherbrooke)
The town shone cleanest in the mist.
The clerk rushed for his train,
And if he dallied on his course,
The mist would clot to rain.
Because he didn’t know the time,
He couldn’t find the way.
The tower clock was crowing six,
But spires lead clerks astray.
Humbler clocks are best for humble folk;
A fob swung by his flank.
But he’d forgotten to wind his watch,
And so the dial lay blank.
Scheme | XAXA XBXB XCXC |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 01110001 011111 01110111 011111 0111101 11101 01011101 111101 1001111101 011111 110101111 0101011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 393 |
Words | 74 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 99 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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