Analysis of The One Grief
Edith Wharton 1862 (New York City) – 1937 (Saint-Brice-sous-Forêt)
ONE grief there is, the helpmeet of my heart,
That shall not from me till my days be sped,
That walks beside me in sunshine and shade,
And hath in all my fortunes equal part.
At first I feared it, and would often start
Aghast to find it bending o'er my bed,
Till usage slowly dulled the edge of dread,
And one cold night I cried: How warm thou art!
Since then we two have travelled hand in hand,
And, lo, my grief has been interpreter
For me in many a fierce and alien land
Whose speech young Joy had failed to understand,
Plucking me tribute of red gold and myrrh
>From desolate whirlings of the desert sand.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101111 1111111111 110110101 0101110101 1111101101 01111101011 1101010111 0111111111 1111110101 0111110100 110100101001 111111101 1011011101 1100110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 604 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 238 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 59 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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