Analysis of "the vision of Maynards stinkfist" a poem in free verse
Turn the rivers round,
I lay on beds to sit and expose the bongs,
of your life in the cables,
to see the fable,
in my open clinched fist,
to taste the wine,
to encapsulate the feelings left,
inside the black taste of your soul,
to digest the inner instant incline,
of the utter ensemble of waste,
that you incinerate,
from the face of the power,
you posses to replace,
the trace of your feelings,
digging in the grapes,
within your soul.
I grasp to feel,
to take your hand
Scheme | ABBCDEFGEHIJBBBGKL |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101 11111100101 1110010 11010 011011 1101 10100101 01011111 1010101001 101001011 11010 1011010 11011 011110 10001 0111 1111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 455 |
Words | 90 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 366 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 90 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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