Rhythm:
December Leaves
by Kaye Starbird
The fallen leaves are cornflakes
That fill the lawn's wide dish
And night and noon
The wind's a spoon
That stirs them with a swish
The sky's a silver sifter
A-sifting white and slow,
That gently shakes
On crisp brown flakes
The sugar known as snow.
Alliteration:
goulish, grimy, green-gilded Smee
frrightened; for he's fighting memy sword was all i stowed with me
me from him and him from me
so i erased the essence of him end my victory
and i took off his head- a terrific trophy
for the kids and kinsfolk caressing it's knee
for the kids and the kinsfolk awaiting for me.
seven super soldiers had he
the fight fell short from a frightened flee
i stood not seeing him safe and free
i chased down the cheer-charrer hiding from me
i brought it back - a bundle of glee
yes i brought back the body- a bundle of glee
-Unknown
Symbolism:
Preludes
by T.S. Elliot
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
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