Analysis of Your Hands
What were we talking of that night?
Hypothermia – your cold hands.
My body burns in your light.
Your eyes upon me want to bite
And I freeze into silence
What were we talking of that night?
If I could, I would take flight
But I cannot face the cold:
My body burns in your light
If only I could stand and fight
But you enfeeble me with words
What were we talking of that night?
We are locked in this eternal rite
Though only agony is ours,
My body burns in your light.
| Scheme | AxA axA axA axA axA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10110111 0100111 1101011 11011111 0110110 10110111 1111111 1110101 1101011 11011101 11010111 10110111 111010101 110100110 1101011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 454 |
| Words | 94 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 5 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
| Lines Amount | 15 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 73 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 19 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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