Analysis of Burlap Bags
I live alone;
I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my
musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts
that fall to earth --
blown by wind, wrenched
from over-weighted twigs.
I store this trove
with acrid smells
in burlap bags.
The nut man calls
but twice a year.
He brings the news;
we drink a beer.
He pays me well,
refreshes my supply
of dusty burlap hell.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHICJKGLMNOIPQRSRTCT |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101 1101 1111 110101 1101 11110 1111 010101 1101 11101 1011 1111 1101 1111 1111 110101 1111 1101 011 0111 1101 1101 1101 1111 010101 11011 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 492 |
Words | 99 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 26 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 399 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 99 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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