Analysis of Rain
Edward Thomas 1878 (London Borough of Lambeth) – 1917 (Pas-de-Calais)
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIABJKLAMNO |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101011 111101001 0100011111 0101011111 1101101111 111101110 1101101101 1111111111 11011110101 100100101 1001110100 1001010001 1011001101 111011101 1111111111 1101010111 11110111010 100101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 746 |
Words | 141 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 584 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 139 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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