Analysis of Sunday at Maggie's; Almost Dusk
She unfolded her spectacles
With such a slight movement
That the small click was devastating --
A decibal between settling dust and shuffling feet --
But more like maple seeds dashed against a wet windshield.
She was intimate with such small things,
The smells of geraniums.
The lush energy between earth and air.
Weak beams of light.
And it was the small way she focused her needle gray eyes,
Tapping excess tea from her thin spoon,
That charged the rented room,
Making me feel like embroidery thread
Bound too severely to course, mothballed fabric.
I knew her question.
She knew my answer.
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Metre | 10100100 110110 10111100 010110010101 111101101011 111001111 0110100 0110001101 1111 01101111001011 10111011 110101 1011101001 1101011110 11010 11110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 576 |
Words | 102 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 5, 2 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 119 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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