Analysis of Sonnet VII.
Fernando Pessoa 1888 (Lisbon District) – 1935 (Lisbon)
Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee--
That entire death shall null my entire thought;
And I feel torture, not that I believe thee,
But that I cannot disbelieve thee not.
Shall that of me that now contains the stars
Be by the very contained stars survived?
Thus were Fate all unjust. Yet what truth bars
An all unjust Fate's truth from being believed?
Conjecture cannot fit to the seen world
A garment of its thought untorn or covering,
Or with its stuffed garb forge an otherworld
Without itself its dead deceit discovering;
So, all being possible, an idle thought may
Less idle thoughts, self-known no truer, dismay.
Scheme | ABACDEDFGHBHII |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110111111 101011110101 01110111011 1111000111 1111110101 1101001101 1011011111 11011111001 0101011011 01011111100 11111111 010111010100 111010011011 11011111001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 621 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 505 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 111 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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