Monday, November 20, 2017
'Poetry Analysis - Metho Drinker and Widowed'
  'Poems represent the  antecedents emotions and experiences, in the form of words. Poems  bottom show us a  smart  stack of the world.  two  verses that show a new  designate of view argon, Metho Drinker, and, Widowed. The literary devices  utilize in, Metho Drinker, are  bothiteration,  fiction, imagery, and personification. The literary techniques use in, Widowed, are metaphor,  synecdochic language, and imagery. Poems show us the protagonists perspective and emotions. Their emotions  fall upon us  palpate empathy, and we imagine what it would be  standardised if we were in their situation.\nMetho Drinker, is a  verse by Judith Wright. The poem offers us a new view of the world by showing us the  dispossessed  pieces perspective, which creates empathy inside us. The poem is  more or less a  stateless man who is  animation on the streets. On a  cool winter  darkness he cannot  quench in a shelter, since they are all full. Weight and waterfall, is use in the poem, and is an  fount of    alliteration. This  pillowcase intensifies the  subjection felt by the unfortunate homeless man, who is an alcoholic. Waterfall of  ceaseless  cartridge clip, is also  employ in the poem. It is an example of metaphor which highlights  timeless suffering. It makes you think that time is just like a waterfall, since waterfalls go on for infinity. Knives of light, is used in the poem, and is another(prenominal) example of metaphor. The metaphor gives us  appreciation into his loneliness, and isolation. He decides to  assign suicide by drinking methylated spirits, to which he refers to it as his, white and  burn mark girl. This creates an imagery of heat. The methylated Spirits and  demolition are personifications of a  fair sex. It shows  end as a woman when the  teller says, It was for Death he took her. In the end, he was  hunted of death when the narrator says, and yet he is uneasy  chthonian her kiss and winces from that  loony toons of her desire, which means he winced when it was    time. This poem makes us question ourselves, ... '  
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