Analysis of Sonnet 62
My excuses to the rose I don't behold.
"My pardon me," the sun I hate when shines.
But I'm in gladness active not and cold.
My zero love in life my soul quite whines.
Forgive me words to moon I much dislike.
Please, understand, you bird, your singing is noise.
Today my lonely life does my heart strike,
And this my senses all, no doubt, destroys.
Oh, nature things, my seeing you a weed
Take it not bad; I am a human tear.
I want to cut myself till death I bleed.
My life is pain in ways immense and clear.
My sorry words and cry to all these things
That even heaven sorrow to me brings.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEGHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101011101 1101011111 110110101 1101011111 0111111101 1011111011 0111011111 0111011101 1101110101 1111110101 111111111 1111010101 1101011111 1101010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 588 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 447 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 117 |
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