Analysis of The White City
Claude McKay 1889 (Clarendon Parish) – 1948 (Chicago)
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch
I bear it nobly as I live my part.
My being would be a skeleton, a shell,
If this dark Passion that fills my every mood,
And makes my heaven in the white world's hell,
Did not forever feed me vital blood.
I see the mighty city through a mist--
The strident trains that speed the goaded mass,
The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed,
The fortressed port through which the great ships pass,
The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate,
Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111111 1001010111 1111110011 1111011111 11011010001 111101111001 0111000111 1101011101 1101010101 0101110101 0101010101 011110111 010101110 1111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 619 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 476 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 116 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 02, 2023
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