Analysis of Angst
To the heavens I give thanks
For my pure and lovely angst.
The septicemia that cuts like a knife.
The motivating factor of my life.
Open jaws prepared to bite,
The mournful howl of wolves at night.
It burns inside my soul and brain
My angst it drives me like a train.
A lonely whistle as it blows,
The glistening thorns on a bloody rose.
Once again let me give thanks
For my pure and lovely angst.
| Scheme | aB cc dd ee ff aB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1010111 1110101 0111101 010010111 1010111 01011111 11011101 11111101 01010111 0100110101 1011111 1110101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 386 |
| Words | 77 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 52 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 13 |
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Submitted on November 08, 2010
Modified on March 05, 2023
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