Analysis of Bottles from the Spring
When I was ten
I two-stepped down a country path
To a wooded spring which erupted softly
Near the outskirts of my summertime home.
When my hands were smaller
They touched through that wet transparency
To find that a tadpole
Is quicker than the eye.
When my eyes were young
They watched a wrinkled, brown woman
Overflow large bottles for
Her house was dry and the fresh water free.
Scheme | XXAX XAXX XXXA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111 11110101 1010111010 10111101 111010 111110100 11101 110101 11101 11010110 101101 0111001101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 369 |
Words | 69 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 102 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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