Analysis of To Joy
Edmund Blunden 1896 (London) – 1974 (Long Melford)
Is not this enough for moan
To see this babe all motherless -
A babe beloved - thrust out alone
Upon death's wilderness?
Out tears fall, fall, fall - I would weep
My blood away to make her warm,
Who never went on earth one step,
Nor heard the breath of the storm.
How shall you go, my little child,
Alone on that most wintry wild?
|Poetic Form||Tetractys (30%)
|Metre||1110111 11111100 01011101 011100 11111111 11011101 11011111 1101101 11111101 01111101|
|Closest metre||Iambic tetrameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||25|
|Words per line (avg)||7|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||252|
|Words per stanza (avg)||66|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
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