Analysis of Annie Rhye
Where Life is full of Annie Rhye,
Where nights are long, where Dreams are wild,
I run and sing, I laugh and cry
With lips of steel and eyes of child.
And then I kneel beside Her feet,
I touch Her knees, I rip Her skirt,
I scar the heels and while they bleed,
I melt my kiss inside my words:
- Hold me, oh, hold me Annie Rhye
In Thy sweet heart for arms are iced;
Kill me, wound me or through Your sighs
Forgive my sins, my little Christ.
And on Her skin, my tears are dried,
Inside my blood, Her blesses bloom.
A crimson grin on Annie Rhye.
A bed of mud. A sacred tomb.
Scheme | ABXB XXXX ACXC XDAD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (75%) |
Metre | 11111101 11111111 11011101 11110111 01110101 11011101 11010111 11110111 11111101 01111111 11111111 01111101 01011111 01110101 01011101 01110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 554 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on November 23, 2010
Modified on March 05, 2023
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