Analysis of This Secret Thing
This secret thing
grew in your breast --
a dark lump of terror
which you revealed to no one;
it ate through you,
as moths eat through
a bit of fine lace,
until it became, finally,
too terrible to hide.
Now, even the cold scalpel,
which leaves less than it takes
of what you were once,
cannot excise the horror.
Scheme | ABCDEEFGHIJKC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101 1011 011110 1101111 1111 1111 01111 01101100 110011 1100110 111111 11101 1001010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 298 |
Words | 60 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 239 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 60 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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