Analysis of THE HARVESTER
Phil Roberts 1957 (Melbourne)
The harvester reaps
Your hopes and dreams, then leaves,
Your life is left in ruins.
Slashing with his scythe
As though cutting down wheat,
Harvesting people's souls.
Like the Grim Reaper
He takes away all goodness,
Leaving only husks.
The Once-Were people
Were his scythe's victims,
No longer really human.
Harvesting our hopes
Till all our dreams are nightmares,
Life's promises gone.
Walking crouched over
Shoulders dropped as we're going,
Through our lonely lives.
Still the Harvester
Reaps our souls for mementos,
Of his dreadful work.
THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
| Scheme | XXX XXX AXX XXX XXX AXX AXX XXX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01001 110111 1111010 10111 111011 100101 10110 1101110 10101 01010 01110 1101010 100101 1110111 11001 10110 1011110 110101 10100 11011010 11101 01 101010 100100010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 589 |
| Words | 96 |
| Sentences | 8 |
| Stanzas | 8 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
| Lines Amount | 24 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 62 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 12 |
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