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The diction in the excerpt is an essential component to the dramatization of the plot’s central incident. Jewett uses rich language to intensify the simple nature of the main character Sylvia’s journey up a “great pine-tree.” For example, in describing the tree, the narrator uses personification as he mentions the “huge tree asleep yet in the paling moonlight.” The use of personification harkens back to those universal moments in childhood in which everything alive had human feelings, and creates an emotional attachment between the reader and the tree. Jewett also uses other figurative language, like similes, to relate the grandeur of the tree to the audience. She writes, “It [the tree] was like a great main-mast to the voyaging earth…” In comparing the tree to the great mast of a ship, the author invokes feelings of awe at its size.

The line feeds through a small opening in the mother tree’s arms. She welcomes me with open arms; her sharp branches leave the memory of her on my skin. The kind wind kisses my small scrapes, tickling my hairs, causing them to stand tall on my arms. I soar into a breathtaking bright clearing causing my hairs to rest at ease. The warmth surrounds me like a blanket and a cloud covers the sun, allowing me to fully experience the astonishing serenity. The dull light is peaceful; it calms me. Somehow I am speeding through the sky but I am more relaxed than I have ever been. This energy is new to me; I am free to feel any and every emotion I have ever had. The overwhelming feeling urges me to yell. I call to the birds and let my heart overflow with fervor.

The poem’s diction reflects the context and a confident, assertive tone. The speaker expresses a high level of self-respect and assurance. It includes

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

In the poem “The Sound of the Sun” by George Bradley (1986, p.749) the poet utilizes an almost awe-struck tone discussing the mystery of his topic. The use of synesthesia gives the reader the ability to see and hear the poem with a positive feel. The poet’s use of metaphors and onomatopoeia gives the reader a vibrant and admirable feeling about his subject. Additionally the emphasis of imagery allows the poem to stimulate the reader’s imagination. Using key imagery words allows the work promote an overall thought provoking feeling and mysterious positive tone. The poem brings the reader to a point to wonder if everything creates a sound and if he to creates a sound in a grand scheme of life. Bradley’s use of metaphors, imagery, onomatopoeia,

Ann Michael’s did a great job of making women laying on a beech, an everyday situation, very unique. She did an excellent job due to the fact that she included numerous examples of figurative imagery. This includes the use of metaphors, similes, and personification. When Ann Michael’s used these figures of speech, she explained the situation by indirectly comparing it to other common concepts. Using these figures of speech allows the readers to better visualize what is happening in their head and understand the text to a greater extent. Like mentioned before, Ann Michael used several of these figures of speech, making her everyday situation extremely interesting and enjoyable to read. Some examples include: “Light chooses white sails, the

As I explore this new world that now surrounds me, a world where I am one with my thoughts, I am finally free. I am free from the daily stress that consumed me and I am learning to live a carefree life like that of the naked rich brown trees. I am the tree as I lift life’s burdens off my tired shoulders just as the rich brown oak tree is released from its troubles as each leaf falls one by one.

That's not bad marveled William whose dislike of danny was palpable. I and my friends are impressed with your metaphor and your actually a good poet he marveled.

Rays of pale sunlight pass through a gradient of cerulean blue. The wide-open space seems almost eerie until a humpback whale gently swimming sings his song, and the space fills with wonder, until a disturbance arises.

This quote, from the story Song of Trees, tells

ive trusted you like ive never trusted anyone else before. i can tell you anything. but aparently it doesnt seem like you can tell me anything because i found out that you went behind my back and talked complete shit about me and now things feel like they are just falling apart.

I find myself like a newborn around you. I have been blind to how life is, to what beauty it holds. When I'm talking to you, or looking at you, I feel like I'm just looking at the world for the first time. You alone, are my shining beacon of hope. You're my lighthouse in the storm, and the one person in this world that has continuously been there for me. I don't find myself lost with you, I feel like I'm just being found. I feel like every day, is my birthing day. Because you indirectly show me something new that life has to offer. You show me how beautiful it is, and how I should never just give up. How I should fight, for you, for life. To protect my lighthouse, I'd do anything to make sure the light continued to shine. YOUR light Aphrodite. It needs to stay in this world. It needs to keep shining, or I may find myself

The days are worst as they pass. The remorseless sun blends his full will against my survival and he is winning. I feel like i have been stabbed by a million sun spears. My blood simmers. Dead man drifting. That’s who I am. I am floundering in a sea of divine-blue quicklime and there’s no escape. My tongue feels like a slab of lead, split to the roof of my mouth. My throat is parched and my lips are cracked and flaky. Only a god could save me now. Below the surface, huge shapes glide. Their fines break the surface like steel triangles, gliding around me. They circle and circle, constantly searching for weakness waiting to attack. They have followed me for the three days and nights, such cunning but such cruel they are. The knife fixed to the end of the oar can only keep the at bay for so long now .

The poetic conventions that are featured in my poem convey how I am under a