Analysis of Ollie McGee
Have you seen walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty
never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;
Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,
And with broken pride and shameful humility,
I sank into the grave.
But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart?
The face of what I was, the face of what he made me!
These are driving him to the place where I lie.
In death, therefore, I am avenged.
|Metre||111101010 011110101 11110111010 10111111110110 1111001101 011010100100 110101 1111111101 0111110111111 11101101111 0111101|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||34|
|Words per line (avg)||8|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||371|
|Words per stanza (avg)||93|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 18, 2023
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