Analysis of God made a little Gentian

Emily Dickinson 1830 (Amherst) – 1886 (Amherst)



God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
And failed—and all the Summer laughed—
But just before the Snows

There rose a Purple Creature—
That ravished all the Hill—
And Summer hid her Forehead—
And Mockery—was still—

The Frosts were her condition—
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North—invoke it—
Creator—Shall I—bloom?


Scheme ABXB XCXC AXXX
Poetic Form Quatrain  (67%)
Metre 1101010 111101 01010101 110101 1101010 11101 0101010 010011 0100010 01111 0101011 010111
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 358
Words 57
Sentences 2
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 12
Letters per line (avg) 22
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 87
Words per stanza (avg) 18
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on May 03, 2023

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