Analysis of Loves Frost
As my soul cleanses the final remnants of sorrow
the first of spring’s blossom signals a new tomorrow
With warmth in my hand where the frost of love grew
I inhale the sweet promise of its deep red perfume
From the bloodied soil of misery, I cast aside gloom
the last of loves frost eager for fresh buds to bloom
As my soul cleanses the final remnants of sorrow
the first of spring's blossom signals a new tomorrow
| Scheme | Aa xb bb Aa |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111101010110 011110100101 11011101111 1010110111101 10101110011011 011111011111 111101010110 011110100101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
| Characters | 408 |
| Words | 78 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 42 |
| Words per line (avg) | 10 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 83 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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Submitted on March 10, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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