Analysis of Medieval Eyes
Jerry Cassidy 1969 (NJ)
I breathe hard, wiping my face clean of sweat and blood
I set the point of my sword to the earth, ready by my hand
Looking about the field I see only the dead and the dying
Different countries – same ideals
I feel the tears roll down my cheeks as I begin to see my friends lying still
Life blood feeding the grass, soaked past saturation
Smoke and fire dot the field – showing the scavengers
Moving from body to body taking from the dead.
This war is far from over and only the dead see the end of it.
With a weary sigh I take up my sword, clean it, and set it in the scabbard
My feet have gotten heavy, even more so as I leave for home
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Metre | 111101111101 110111110110111 1001011110010010 10010101 1101111111011111101 11100111010 1010101100100 1011011010101 11111100100110111 1010111111110110010 1111010101111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 641 |
Words | 133 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 11 |
Lines Amount | 11 |
Letters per line (avg) | 45 |
Words per line (avg) | 12 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 496 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 131 |
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A warrior's stoicism
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