Analysis of ’Scaped
Stephen Crane 1871 – 1900
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!'
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
| Scheme | ABCDDEFGHIJ |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111011 111011 11111 01110010 1110010 1011101 1111101 11101 111 011011 1011001 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 295 |
| Words | 62 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 212 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 59 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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