Analysis of STRANGER
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
I am getting old, but the story has not yet begun to be told. I hold my glass of whiskey and bite my tongue. My tales of heaven, hell, angels, and gods are slowly becoming undone. I light the candle only to watch the wick burn, realizing I have much to learn despite growing old. I continuously ask myself if I have lessons to learn.
What is this bitter-sweet taste that lingers on the wisdom of my tongue? I am a stranger here and have become one with the moon and the sun. One brings me my darkness, the other my light in the evening on the stars of the heavens. I get lost in flight.
Who is listening and watching from the sky? Who sees the way of the lone wolf on a cold winter day? Who is it that I'm touching when my words go half-spoken until the moment i awake what do I give what do I take
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Metre | 11101101011101111111111001111111011001110010011101010110111001111101101101000111111011 1111011110101011111010101011101001111110010110010101101011101 1110001010111011011101101111111011111100101010111111111 |
Characters | 800 |
Words | 165 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 3 |
Letters per line (avg) | 206 |
Words per line (avg) | 54 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 206 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 54 |
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