Analysis of The Nomad
He rises at dawn's first crack
and slings a knapsack on his back.
His wants are few, his needs not much,
A friend or two to keep in touch.
A cup of Joe, strong and black
And these self-same friends to watch his back.
He knows not what the day will hold,
And he doesn't much care, if truth be told.
Scheme | AABBAACC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111 0101111 11111111 01111101 0111101 011111111 11110111 0110111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 297 |
Words | 66 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 8 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 225 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 61 |
About this poem
He a wanderer, and faces each day as it comes.
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Written on June 08, 2022
Submitted by baruch.4 on June 08, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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