Analysis of A Run In The Cold
Ronald Bunch 1982 (Grand Rapids)
Chilled,
And pizza.
I find the
Sweat,
Mercy on
Me now.
My rotten teeth,
My weak running.
I'm in shape
Poorly. If I
Walk more,
I'll be more.
And, if
I run more
I will implore
A marathon?
A run in the cold
And hot pizza after, bold.
| Scheme | ABBCDEFGHIJJKJJDLL |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1 010 110 1 101 11 1101 1110 101 1011 11 111 01 111 1101 010 01001 0110101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 230 |
| Words | 57 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 18 |
| Lines Amount | 18 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 9 |
| Words per line (avg) | 3 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 168 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 48 |
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