Analysis of The poetry competition poem
The air is cold,
The cat sings,
The rain buries;
My singed wings.
I am young,
In a quite dream,
My reach is not
But for the hoe.
I die tonight,
To die again tomorrow
And in this short poem
| Scheme | X A X A X X X B X B X |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111 011 0110 111 111 0011 1111 1101 1101 110101 001110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 273 |
| Words | 79 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 11 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 13 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 13 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 4 |
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