Analysis of My mother’s diary
I walk the same street I used to walk in my childhood,
God, back then poverty had already tore its hand into the bodies of
men,
forever branding their paths through life… You know, I have piously
prayed for others just like I prayed for myself, I wanted to breathe lightly
for a few times, just so I would for once have something for
myself…
But even my mother used to say: “Pleasure is not
for people like us; we wear the mark of
poverty
all the way to our grave.” Shall I ever forget that
eternally blissful smile when she said those
words? How it lured one to be
good
and humble. In my memories, I shall always live with this
street, from which that careless joy was blooming…
I lived for that smile, and it was for that smile I swallowed down
so much bitter anger… Oh, God, if that smile would
still echo down the street of my childhood…
But now that smile cut into the entrails
of the oblique night, and she was still standing there,
in the same place where she stood
pensively watching me leaving the street of my
childhood,
she looked at that same yellow soil, as if she wanted to
shake all the poverty out of it.
I lived for the chance to hear her light laughter again…
For that laughter, I have spent many a long night traveling
third-class… And then I saw her, and she was singing
the same sad song from the blue and gold diary,
which was veiled by thick white curtains.
God, what kind of force from the depth of the soul is it that drives the
memories
to sing that sad song, from the heart, in that
street?
And the last word of the song withered, and she withered
with her hand on the diary and her lip on the song. That smile
was forlorn, as was my life. But as my late mother used to say:
“Pleasure is not for people like us.”
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110111111011 1111001010111010101 1 0101011111111100 11101111111101110 10111111111101 1 1101101111011 1101111011 100 10111011110011 01001011111 1111111 1 01001100111111 1111101110 111110111111101 111010111111 110101111 1111101010 100110111101 0011111 1101100111 1 11111101111101 110100111 1110111011001 111011110011100 110111001110 011110101100 11111110 1111110110111110 100 1111110101 1 0011101100110 1011010000110111 1011111111110111 101111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,234 |
Words | 340 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 39 |
Lines Amount | 39 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,355 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 338 |
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Submitted on August 23, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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