Metaphors

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Metaphors
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Cliché
In one ear and out the other
Hungry as a horse!
Talk to the Hand!
Fast as the wind!
Pretty as a picture!
Cry Uncle!
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Extended Metaphor
Starting, stopping, hills, Crossroads, traffic
Life is a Journey
Foundation, roof, rooms, Doorways, backyard,
repair
Life is a building
Life is a box of chocolates
Chewy caramels, yucky fruit flavors, some pieces
never eaten
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Allusional Metaphor
A Draconian law
Greek lawgiver, only punishments is Death
My Dad is truly Homerian
Homer Simpson
Alexander the Great
I came I saw I lost miserably
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• Metaphors by Sylvia Plath
• I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
• An elephant, a ponderous house,
• A melon strolling on two tendrils.
• O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
• This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
• Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
• I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
• I've eaten a bag of green apples,
• Boarded the train there's no getting off.

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• Ars Poetica
• A poem should be palpable and mute
• As a globed fruit
• Dumb
• As old medallions to the thumb
• Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
• Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
• A poem should be wordless
• As the flight of birds
• A poem should be motionless in time
• As the moon climbs
• Leaving, as the moon releases
• Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter
leaves, Memory by memory the mind - A poem
should be motionless in time As the moon
climbs A poem should be equal to Not true For
all the history of grief An empty doorway and a
maple leaf For love The leaning grasses and two
lights above the sea - A poem should not
mean But be -- Archibald MacLeish
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Synaesthesia

• Mixing up the senses
• Sight/Sound/Touch/Taste/Smell
• A sweet voice
• A crunchy thought

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• Correspondences
• Nature is a temple in which living pillars
• Sometimes give voice to confused words
• Man passes there through forests of symbols
• Which look at him with understanding eyes.
• Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
• In a deep and tenebrous unity,
• Vast as the dark of night and as the light of
  day,
• Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.
• There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of
  children,
• Sweet as oboes, green as meadows
• And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,
• With power to expand into infinity,
• Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin,
• That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.

Charles Baudelaire Translated by Willam Aggeler
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• Dolor
• I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
• Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and
  paper-weight,
• All the misery of manila folders and mucilage,
• Desolation in immaculate public places,
• Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
• The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
• Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
• Endless duplication of lives and objects.
• And I have seen dust from the walls of
  institutions,
• Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than
  silica,
• Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons
  of tedium,
• Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate
  eyebrows,
• Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey
  standard faces.
• -- Theodore Roethke