Analysis of Quod
Unslept hours--long and weary visit me
Accusing why I do not enjoy the night,
When there is wind that sings a cantabile.
While our neighbors' cats prowl the roof,
I think of you by the window,
And seek your face in nothingness.
I shout and call your name . . .
And my eyes are wet with tears.
You are a prison I cannot break.
Who can I turn to for help?
Shall I lean upon the wind?
Even when my heart sings its serenade,
I cannot lean upon the wind.
Only on you, I can--and your song.
So, my beloved Christine--
Sing! Sing! Sing to me!
Scheme | AXX XXX XX XX BXBX XA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101010101 01011110101 11111101 110101101 11111010 01110100 110111 0111111 110101101 1111111 1110101 101111101 11010101 101111011 110101 11111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 520 |
Words | 104 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 2, 2, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 67 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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