Analysis of Pillbox
Edmund Blunden 1896 (London) – 1974 (Long Melford)
Just see what’s happening Worley! Worley rose
And round the angled doorway thrust his nose
And serjeant Hyde went too to snuff the air. . . .
Then war brought down his fist, and missed the pair!
Yet Hyde was hit by a splinter, the blood came,
And out sprang terrors that he’d striven to tame,
A good man, Hyde, for weeks. I'm blown to bits,
He screams, he screams. Come Bluffer, where’s your wits,
Says Worley, Bluffer, you’ve a blighty, man!
All in the pillbox urged him, here began
His freedom: Think of Eastbourne and your dad,
The poor man lay at length and brief and mad
Flung out his cry of doom; soon ebbed and dumb
He yielded. Worley with a tot of rum
And shouting in his face could not restore him,
The ship of Charon over channel bore him,
All marvelled even on that most deadly day
To see this soul so spirited away.
|Metre||11010010101 010101111 011111101 1111110101 11111010011 01110111011 0111111111 1111110111 110101011 100111101 110111011 0111110101 11111111001 1101010111 01001111011 01110101011 1110111101 1111110001|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||35|
|Words per line (avg)||9|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||635|
|Words per stanza (avg)||158|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
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