Analysis of A fuzzy fellow, without feet

Emily Dickinson 1830 (Amherst) – 1886 (Amherst)



A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!

Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!

All this in summer.
But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
He taketh Damask Residence—
And struts in sewing silk!

Then, finer than a Lady,
Emerges in the spring!
A Feather on each shoulder!
You'd scarce recognize him!

By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
By me! But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!


Scheme XABA XXXC DXBX XXDX DCXC
Poetic Form Quatrain  (40%)
Etheree  (25%)
Metre 01010011 110101 11011100 010101 111001 10101 11110101 010101 11010 111010101 11010100 010101 1101010 010001 0101110 11101 111100 111111 1101010 1010
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 526
Words 96
Sentences 13
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 20
Letters per line (avg) 21
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 83
Words per stanza (avg) 19
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 20, 2023

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