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IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.


***I am not sure what literary technique is used in th beginning of the stanza... it could be Simile
Metaphor
hyperbole
synecdoche
metonymy
i have a feeling it is a metaphor?

also the last image is displayed by the use of a simile right?

  • English (poetry) - ,

    Both of your answers are right.

  • English (poetry) - ,

    Thank you! :)

  • English (poetry) - ,

    You're welcome. :-)

  • English (poetry) - ,

    Yes, you're right.

    Metaphor

    and

    Simile

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