Analysis of The Donation
Kennet Benoît-Hutchins 1952 (Snowdon, Montreal, QC)
There stood, my friend in the pleasant park.
his begging torment had made my soul anorectic,
I had long since emptied my moth balled pockets,
I had lost the essence for sharing. For charity.
Yet I followed him into a granite mausoleum
where I stretched my overspent resources,
on this table, would be the very, last,
charity, that I could never truly afford.
He placed into my hand, gently, a rib spreader
I broke through. The sternum, with care,
in peace, I rendered apart, my rib cage,
I reached and, razored arteries, veins.
He lifted out with respect the heart, magelike
he set it upon his mantle, where he studies,
the pumping action, the ventricles, auricles
waiting for them to speak. Such Inspiration...
Scheme | AABX XXXX XXXX AXBX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111100101 110111111 11111011110 1110101101100 1110101010010 1111101100 1110110101 100111101001 110111100110 1110111 0111001111 11011001 1101101011 111011101110 01010011 1011111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 728 |
Words | 125 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 139 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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