Analysis of The Compass
Angels from Light,
Satan from Flame,
Man from Dust,
Unto dust he ends!
Light has no pith,
No marrow in Fire,
Dust has a core;
Hot, cool and pure.
Many a Dimensions,
Thoughts and hues,
Passions and Emotions,
Only dust has it all.
No Origin or end,
'Soul', we call the Compass
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJIKLM |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011 1011 111 10111 1111 110010 1101 1101 100010 101 100010 101111 110011 111010 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 274 |
Words | 65 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 206 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
About this poem
a short poetic travers over the dampened turf of cosmic realities.
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