Analysis of Anachronism
Laurent Colvin 1964 (San Francisco)
OH WHAT A DAY!
It is as though the car exhaust I smell
is the scent of spent cannons
and the fog above
is their smoke.
The wayward vagrants,
asleep on the street,
or stumbling toward their next indulgence are
the wounded from the battle
of the night before,
and I feel like that champion
whom, neither wounded or captured,
who has fought and won,
and who now sees the diluted sun
as the brilliance of
a new day
and
a new battle.
Do not mistake my scabbard’s rattle
as blood lust
or hate unbridled.
Such might be the case
if I sought to disembowel
an opponent of lesser years,
or if I could not curb my temper
to be kindly to one who offers
no offense.
My skin and mind,
tooth and nail,
down to my web within
seem to be prophesying my hearts dearest wish
to overcome despair and anguish,
loneliness and futility,
and through a battle on nether planes
send them to oblivion,
defeated.
With my words I set
young green grass below a tule fog,
out of which shadowy assassins come forth
one by one,
to challenge me with weapons of
their choice.
Fist come tears,
which with but the wave of my woman’s sleeve are gone.
Then come other
insecurities,
but secure in our fidelity,
so easily have I won.
Over and over,
again and again,
deeper and deeper fears arise to test my steel.
But tempered in the learning of life’s former fires,
stronger now I am and feel.
And finally,
amidst no shadows
on my field of honor,
I hold the woman of my dreams
and kiss her.
Scheme | ABXCX XXXDXEXEECAXD DXXXBXFGX XXXHHIXEX XXXECX XXFXIE FXJGJ IXFXF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101 1111010111 1011110 00101 111 01010 01101 110001110101 0101010 10101 01111100 11010110 11101 011100101 10101 011 0 0110 11011110 111 11010 11101 11111 10101101 111111110 111011110 101 1101 101 111101 111111101 11001010 10000100 010101101 1110100 010 11111 11101011 11110001011 111 11011101 11 111 11101111111 1110 0100 1010100100 1100111 10010 01001 100101011111 1100010111010 1011101 0100 0111 111110 11010111 010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,403 |
Words | 275 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 13, 9, 9, 6, 6, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 58 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 142 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 34 |
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