Analysis of White Houses
Claude McKay 1889 (Clarendon Parish) – 1948 (Chicago)
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.
Scheme | ABABCCDDEFEGHI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011101 0111111001 1101010001 111101001 0101110111 0101010101 010111111 1101110111 111111010010 101110101 0101001010 1111010111 1111110100 0101010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 565 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 449 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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