Analysis of Playing Piano
Are these hands really mine, that flow
Like heated honey over wood
And ivory, sounding high and low,
Their will their own, as if they could
Play on all day? As tips of fingers
Stroke the keys, mellifluous,
The music rises, crests and lingers
In mind's ear, a gift to us,
The empty room and me, a swirl
Of color bursting from these few
Small chips of black and white, a world
Of harmony, where all is new,
Where hands create life's serenade
Until its last notes finally fade.
Scheme | ABAB CCCX XDXD EE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110111 11010101 010010101 11111111 111111110 1011 010101010 0110111 01010101 11010111 11110101 11001111 1101101 011111001 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 461 |
Words | 89 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on April 17, 2023
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