Analysis of The Poet
Haniel Long 1888 – 1956
I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.
| Scheme | ABAB CDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
| Metre | 111101110 11101 111101010 111 111101110 11101 110111110 101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 206 |
| Words | 44 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 78 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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