Analysis of La Revolution
His staccato steps sharp, proud
While my feet don't touch the ground.
The eyes of the bourgeois pierce the skies with rays of anger
Not solely his.
My own gaze at the cobble-stones, uneven as my
Passers-by bow their heads,
Homage to an elderly man with an innocent daughter.
For we are the few,
In a virulent sea of insurgence,
A bland touch of class.
|Metre||11 101111 1111101 01100110111110 11001 1111010101011 10 101111 101110011110010 11101 01 00100111 01111|
|Closest metre||Iambic tetrameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||23|
|Words per line (avg)||5|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||296|
|Words per stanza (avg)||70|
Submitted on May 02, 2011
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