Analysis of Hay Field
The hay field reclines away from me,
It is my neighbor,
Where I stop to listen each day
To the languages of
Bird and wind,
The scolding voices of crows
the silence of hay
And the last words of dying roses.
I know no other blessings than these.
High on the crowns of Maples,
There are hints of a new season.
these are the exquisite moment’s
Of the stones in my soul,
falling from the unkept promises
Of my heart.
I know no other blessings than these.
There are stars and moons and planets
Sharing the sky amidst a star dust of wonder.
Where bluebirds shine with joy and hope.
Watching hay turn its season,
As I will, in the long memory of time.
I know no other blessings than these
Scheme | xabxxxbxC xdxxxxC xaxdxC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 011010111 11110 11111011 101001 101 0101011 01011 001111010 111101011 1101110 11110110 11010010 101011 10101100 111 111101011 11101010 100101011110 1111101 1011110 11100110011 111101011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 691 |
Words | 149 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 7, 6 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 178 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 44 |
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Walking the land that surrounds me everyday.
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