Analysis of Credo
Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935
I cannot find my way: there is no star
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere;
And there is not a whisper in the air
Of any living voice but one so far
That I can hear it only as a bar
Of lost, imperial music, played when fair
And angel fingers wove, and unaware,
Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are.
No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call,
For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears,
The black and awful chaos of the night;
For through it all--above, beyond it all--
I know the far sent message of the years,
I feel the coming glory of the light.
Scheme | ABBAABBA CDECDE |
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Poetic Form | Petrarchan sonnet |
Metre | 1101111111 010101010 0111010001 1101011111 1111110101 11010010111 010101001 111111101 1111010101 1111010111 0101010101 1111010111 1101110101 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 562 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 213 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 56 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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