Analysis of The Bricks of My Tower Falling Gashed Open My Head
Cellar Door 2004 (Dublin)
The cold wind whistles on and on and
Like hunger or thirst
My body wants to die
To die
Spit out all my air
I'm drowning in my blood
My bones are frigid with the cold
The cold
| Scheme | XXAA XXBB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 011101010 11011 110111 11 11111 110011 11110101 01 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 181 |
| Words | 44 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 68 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 19 |
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