Analysis of The Bitter Herb
Jeanne Robert Foster 1879 (Johnsburg) – 1970
O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.
When I was young, this bitter herb
Grew wild on every hill;
I should have plucked a store of it,
And kept it by me still.
I hunt through all the meadows
Where once I wandered free,
But the rare herb, Forgetfulness,
It hides away from me.
O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
Where is your drowsy breath?
Oh, can it be your seed has blown
Far as the Vales of Death?
Scheme | Abxb xcxc adad Aexe |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11011 111101 11010101 110111 11111101 1111001 11110111 011111 111101 111101 10111 110111 11011 111101 11111111 110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 475 |
Words | 93 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 90 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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