Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.- by Emily Dickinson
1. What is the metaphor in this poem?
2. What comparison is the metaphor making?
A Tempest
An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre’s1 cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!- by Emily Dickinson
1A spectre (modern spelling is specter) is a ghost.
1. What is the simile in this poem?
2. What two things are being compared?
