Analysis of Poem a new Harvest
Joseph Berolo 1934 (Bogotá)
Poem a new Harvest
I could write a poem on the naked skin
of the woman I love.
My pen, a hand of petals,
of soft strokes and lines,
and rhythm and caressing psalms,
traversing the geography
of her thoughts;
A written journey through
the soft confines of her land of mine akin.
It would be for all a sacred temple,
an angel painted on its dome,
a place to call the world upon,
and yet, for me, alone to read.
For in verse, I would become,
by a muse so gently tamed,
my most glorious page,
for all of the faith to read and pray.
You, my Muse proclaimed,
my tree, my limbs, and eyes,
my ears, my nest to roost
in ways, I cannot reckon.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 100110 11101010101 101011 1101110 11101 01000101 01000100 101 010101 0111011101 1111101010 11010111 01110101 01110111 1011101 1011101 111001 111011101 11101 111101 111111 0111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 635 |
Words | 146 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 21 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 240 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 64 |
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You, my Muse proclaimed, my tree, my limbs, and eyes, my ears, my nest to roost in ways, I cannot reckon.
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