Analysis of 蘇幽寧
A gentle wind blew across sunny plains,
birds gathered songs; in honour of my birth,
cheerful notes which fluttered with that first cry.
Dawn's joy was beautiful; golden coloured
easy light; sprinkled with reds and soft browns,
fascinated she laughed new occasions,
granted wishes to all inside their dreams,
horizons spiralled while minds turned grins up.
I was alive! At last, I made it down,
just in time it seems, for I think mother,
Karen, was on the fine verge of defeat.
Love spread her wings inside eyes; wide open,
my arrival was welcomed with wild cheers,
now a little time has passed they have calmed,
order was brought back in on a trolley.
Peter is my name, hello there new friends,
queue up quietly please to visit me,
rushing will not get you here quicker for
smiles bubbling on my red baby lips.
Tomorrows are waiting with cool knowledge,
under their guidance I shall be taught life;
vanilla scented bliss which sings sweet songs.
Where I end up at the end of the day,
xylophone notes will be with the spirit;
yearning to return to this great birthing,
zones of experience will shower me.
Zigzagged bolts of relentless death crash through
years amassed, I weep to find myself here,
xenophobia wraps blankets of fear
while panic saturates my every move.
Vast armies of doubt stalked each breath set free,
unheard of bleak horrors I discovered,
the future lied to me when I was young,
sadly there were no fragrant curved rainbows,
revolutions captured thoughts and tortured.
Questions went unanswered as I danced with
pain's vicious jerky steps: pulling my heart,
over blood and nails I ventured; terror
needling me at every beat which stung,
musical frustration - aspirations,
laughed wickedly at each failure I found,
karma I suppose, wait! I hear something.
Jubilant jingles are resonating,
indigo apparitions welcome me
home as I nervously jitter quick laughs,
God is in the distance, I can see him!
Flimsy light suddenly bursts into bright
eye-catching parades of colourful grace,
dumb-founded am I as it loudly pops,
chariots race above clouds; wisps of air,
beckoning arms call for me - come closer,
angels whisper: Heaven awaits, Peter.
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Metre | 0101101101 110101111 1011101111 1111001010 1011011011 100111010 1010110111 010111111 1101111111 1011111110 1011011101 1101011110 1010110111 1010111111 1011101010 1011101111 1110011101 1011111101 1100111101 011101110 1011011111 0101011111 1111101101 101111010 1010111110 1101001101 1011010111 101111111 010011011 110111001 1101111111 0111101010 0101111111 101011011 010101010 101101111 1101011011 1010111010 1011100111 100010010 1100111011 1010111110 100101100 10010101 111100111 1100101111 1011001011 11001111 1101111101 1001011111 1001111110 1010100110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,107 |
Words | 365 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 5, 3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 4, 6 |
Lines Amount | 52 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on June 04, 2010
Modified on March 05, 2023
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