Analysis of The Day the Wolves Came by Jessica Ni Leacai
I on this hill of hatred, harming
myself for missions unfulfilled,
These culling chastisements, I
cast on my burdened back,
and my words wasted,no
worth nor use to you.
Expelled from ears, unwilling
for my merciless devices,
I am but wasted material, meaningless
garments no one would garnish.
Slowly they sear me in half, my soul
no longer my loyal saviour.
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Metre | 111111010 111001 11011 111101 0111 11111 0111010 11100010 111100100100 1011110 101110111 1101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 347 |
Words | 62 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 143 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on February 02, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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