Analysis of Indra
DOWN to the sand-covered earth.
Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet;
Dust from the high-roads,
Smoke from the cities,
Foul-smelling breaths,
Fumes from cellars and kitchens,
All we endured.
Then to the open sea we fled,
Filling our lungs with air,
Shaking our wings,
And laving our feet.
Indra, Lord of the Heavens,
Hear us!
Hear our sighing!
Unclean is the earth;
Evil is life;
Neither good nor bad
Can men be deemed.
As they can, they live,
One day at a time.
Sons of dust, through dust they journey;
Born out of dust, to dust they return.
Given they were, for trudging,
Feet, not wings for flying.
Dusty they grow--
Lies the fault then with them,
Or with Thee?
Scheme | ABXXXCXXXXB CXDAXXXXXEXDDXXE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101101 11010011101 11011 11010 1101 1110010 1101 11010111 1010111 10101 01101 111010 11 11010 01101 1011 10111 1111 11111 11101 11111110 111111101 1010110 111110 1011 101111 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 684 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 11, 16 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 259 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 61 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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