Analysis of poem #7
The sheets and blankets are too big
For such a little bed.
They drape their fringes on the floor,
And dribble dreams with red.
The brain can’t sluice the nightmares out
Though a grate stopped with cloth.
Thick curtains collect spiderwebs
And flutterings of moths.
| Scheme | XAXA XXBB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01010111 110101 11110101 010111 0111011 101111 110011 0111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 264 |
| Words | 45 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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