Analysis of Unalone
There, in the pasture greenery,
Sun mottling Nature's breast,
It was the summer wind's song
That filled me with its crest.
Emotion running rampant--
Rivers to the sea--
I could not even fathom the flood of you and me.
But take me in your arms again
And do not talk of time.
Let flesh rub flesh to parchment--
Pale flowers crushed--
And grind more mortar for my soul's room . . .
Paint mirrors for my mind.
|Metre||10010100 1100101 1101011 111111 0101010 10101 1111010011101 11101101 011111 1111110 1101 011101111 110111|
|Closest metre||Iambic tetrameter|
|Stanza Lengths||7, 6|
|Letters per line (avg)||24|
|Words per line (avg)||6|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||154|
|Words per stanza (avg)||39|
Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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