This is an analysis of the poem Pulchra Ut Luna that begins with:
Celeste... É assim, divina, que te chamas.
Belo nome tu tens, Dona Celeste......
Elements of the verse: questions and answers
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- Rhyme scheme: XaXX XXXa XXX XXX
- Stanza lengths (in strings): 4,4,3,3,
- Closest metre: trochaic pentameter
- Сlosest rhyme: no rhyme
- Сlosest stanza type: tercets
- Guessed form: sonnet with trochaic pentameter or irregular meter
- Metre: 01101001110 101111001 110101010010 11100110111 011101111110 101001110010 01110111010 1111111001 1001001000 10110111110 1101110110 10101111000 111110000110 1110001100
- Amount of stanzas: 4
- Average number of symbols per stanza: 131
- Average number of words per stanza: 27
- Amount of lines: 14
- Average number of symbols per line: 37 (medium-length strings)
- Average number of words per line: 8
Mood of the speaker:
There are many three dots in the poem. Readers should think of the author's idea together with the pensive speaker.
The author used lexical repetitions to emphasize a significant image; que, o, n, s are repeated.
The author used the same word celeste at the beginnings of some neighboring stanzas. The figure of speech is a kind of anaphora.
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- summary of Pulchra Ut Luna;
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