I have read the short story, but I just can't find any. It is for a summary.
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I have read the short story, but I just can't find any. It is for a summary.
“It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree.”
“…the oriole nest in the elm was untenanted and rocked back and forth like an empty cradle.”
“We were down in Old Woman Swamp and it was spring and the sick-sweet smell of bay flowers hung everywhere like a mournful song.”
“he collapsed onto the grass like a half empty flour sack.”
“when the sun burned orange in the top of the pines, we’d drop our jewels into the stream.”
many more similes though cant find any good metaphors
"There is within me (and with sadness I have watched it in others) a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love,..."
"I did not know then that pride is a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death."
Personifications:
"In May and June there was no rain and the crops withered, curled up, then died under the thirsty sun."
"..lightening was playing across half the sky..."
Personifation:
summer was dead and autumn had not been born.
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