Analysis of At a Bus Stop
I'm waiting at a bus stop all alone,
It's nighttime, lights are seen in cozy rooms,
I'm chilly, penetrated to the bone;
A bus is never tardy one assumes.
And then the corner lamppost light goes out,
It starts to rain and I am getting wet
But slowly till a taxi swings about
The corner, sprays me with a muddy jet.
At last a bus, I knew it would arrive,
But destination marked unknown to me;
My wristwatch shows eleven forty-five
And underneath my breath made frantic plea.
Then came my bus but "Depot" on its dome;
I sauntered up the street, five miles to home.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFGG |
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Poetic Form | Shakespearean sonnet |
Metre | 1101011101 111110101 110100101 0111010101 010101111 1111011101 1101010101 0101110101 1101111101 101010111 111010101 001111101 1111110111 111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 550 |
Words | 106 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 434 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 106 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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