EXAM- quotes

Beloved, Toni Morison - quote about them ice skating and falling (allegory to whole story) (repetition)

Beloved worse the pair; denver wore one; seth wore none; their skirts flew like wings and their skin turned pewter in the cole and dying light (personification). Nobody saw them falling. Exhausted finally they lay down on their backs to recover breath. The sky above them was another country. Winter stars, close enough to lick, had come out before sunset (hyperbole)

A Song in the Front Yard: Gwendolyn Brooks What does paint represent and stockings represent?

But I say it's fine. Honest, I do. / And I'd like to be a bad woman, too,/ And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace / And strut down the streets with paint on my face.

Beloved, Toni Morison - Sixo being burned (imagery, tone=ironic)

By the light of the hominy fire Sixo straightens. He is through with his song. He laughs.... His feet are cooking; the cloth of his trousers smokes. He laughs. Something is funny. Paul D. guesses what it is when Sixo interrupts his laughter to call out, "seven-o! Seven-o!".

Helen: H.D. Gods daughter born of love→ paradox

Greece sees, unmoved,/ God's daughter, born of love,/ the beauty of cool feetand slenderest knees,/ could love indeed the maid,/ only if she were laid,/ white ash amid funereal cypresses.

Portrait in Georgia: Jean Toomer conceit, simile, metaphors (fagots=bubdle of sticks used for burning, red lips=blisters and burns)

Hair--braided chestnut,/coiled like a lyncher's rope,/ Eyes--fagots,/ Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,/ Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,/ And her slim body, white as the ash/ of black flesh after flame.

Beloved, Toni Morison - Stamp Paid's thoughts

He tugged and what came loose in his hand was a red ribbon knotted around a curl of wet woolly hair, clinging still to it's bit of scalp (symbolism)....."What are these people? You tell me, Jesus. What are they?"(apostrophe)

Turn of the screw, henry james - Second time governess sees quint

He was the same - he was the same, and seen, this time, as he had been seen before, from the waist up, the window, though the dining room was on the ground floor, not going down to the terrace on which he stood. His face was close to the glass, yet the effect of this better view was, strangely, only to show me how intense the former had been. He remained but a few seconds - along enough to convince me he also saw and recognized; but it was as if I had been looking at him for years and had known him always. Something, however, happened this tune that had not happened before; his stare into my face, through the glass and across the room, was as deep and hard as then, but it quitted me for a moment during which I could still watch it, see it fix successively several other things. On the spot there came to me the added shock of a certitude that it was not for me he had come there. He had come for someone else.

The Lovers of the Poor: Gwendolyn Brooks Describing ladies of the league

Here, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair, / The pink paint on the innocence of fear; / Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall. / Cutting with knives served by their softest care, / Served by their love, so barbarously fair. / Whose mothers taught: You'd better not be cruel! / You had better not throw stones upon the wrens!

Turn of the screw, henry james - Miles speaking down to governess (my dear)= gender roles; always- is anapodoton

I could feel in him how he already, from my at first finding nothing to reply, perceived the advantage he had gained. I was so slow to find anything that he had plenty of time, after a minute, to continue with his suggestive but inconclusive smile: "You know, my dear, that for a fellow to be with a lady ALWAYS—!" His "my dear" was constantly on his lips for me..... He neither blanched nor winked. The whole thing was virtually out between us. "Ah, of course, she's a jolly, 'perfect' lady; but, after all, I'm a fellow, don't you see? that's—well, getting on."

Turn of the screw, henry james - When the governess is wants to accuse miles for being out on the field at night but doesn't want to corrupt him; it is being implied that she is a snake bc cleft sticks could be used to hold snakes and he had her in this→ metaphor

I remember how I suddenly dropped, sank upon the edge of the bed from the force of the idea that he must know how he really, as they say, "had" me. He could do what he liked, with all his cleverness to help him, so long as I should continue to defer to the old tradition of the criminality of those caretakers of the young who minister to superstitions and fears. He "had" me indeed, and in a cleft stick; for who would ever absolve me, who would consent that I should go unhung, if, by the faintest tremor of an overture, I were the first to introduce into our perfect intercourse an element so dire?"

The Shadow Out Of Time, HP Lovecraft - Describing some of this visions/ things he has seen at beginning

In certain places I beheld enormous dark cylindrical towers which climbed far above any of the other structures. These appeared to be of a totally unique nature, and shewed signs of prodigious age and dilapidation. They were built of a bizarre type of square-cut basalt masonry, and tapered slightly toward their rounded tops. Nowhere in any of them could the least traces of windows or other apertures save huge doors be found. I noticed also some lower buildings—all crumbling with the weathering of aeons—which resembled these dark cylindrical towers in basic architecture. Around all these aberrant piles of square-cut masonry there hovered an inexplicable aura of menace and concentrated fear, like that bred by the sealed trap-doors.

The grandmother: allen

Out of her own body she pushed/silver theard, light, air/ and carried it carefully on the dark, flying/ where nothing moved....From beyond time,/beyond oak trees and bright clear water flow,/ she was given the work of weving the strands/ of her body, her pain, her vision/ into creation, and the gift of having created, to diaspear.

Turn of the screw, henry james - When mrs.grose sees the governess in the window as she was trying to see what the ghost was seeing; mrs.grose became scared→ shows governesses insanity

She saw me as I had seen my own visitant; she pulled up short as I had done; I gave her something of the shock that I had received. She turned white, and this made me ask myself if I had blanched as much. She stared, in short, and retreated on just my lines, and I knew she had then passed out and come round to me and that I should presently meet her. I remained where I was, and while I waited I thought of more things than one. But there's only one I take space to mention. I wondered why she should be scared.

Turn of the screw, henry james - Anaphora- all the ways the ghost justifies the governess's beliefs;governess believes she is right

She was there, and I was justified; she was there, and I was neither cruel nor mad. She was there for poor scared Mrs. Grose, but she was there most for Flora

The Dunwhich Horror, HP Lovecraft - Before the men perform the spell to kill the horror

Suddenly the sunshine seemed to lessen without the intervention of any discernible cloud. It was a very peculiar phenomenon, and was plainly marked by all. A rumbling sound seemed brewing beneath the hills, mixed strangely with a concordant rumbling which clearly came from the sky. Lightning flashed aloft, and the wondering crowd looked in vain for the portents of storm. The chanting of the men from Arkham now became unmistakable, and Wheeler saw through the glass that they were all raising their arms in the rhythmic incantation. From some farmhouse far away came the frantic barking of dogs

Beloved, Toni Morison - Beloved telling Denver about where she came from= fetal position= symbolism!!!

"Dark" said Beloved "I'm small in that place. I'm like this here." She raised her head off the bed, lay down on her side and curled up"..... "Hot. Nothing to breathe down there and no room to move in"

The Colour Out of Space, HP Lovecraft - Ammi finds nahum downstairs after killing his wife and before fleeing Circumlocution- did he kill her

A feeble scratching on the floor downstairs now sounded distinctly, and Ammi's grip tightened on a heavy stick he had picked up in the attic for some purpose. Slowly nerving himself, he finished his descent and walked boldly toward the kitchen. But he did not complete the walk, because what he sought was no longer there. It had come to meet him, and it was still alive after a fashion. Whether it had crawled or whether it had been dragged by any external force, Ammi could not say; but the death had been at it. Everything had happened in the last half-hour, but collapse, greying, and disintegration were already far advanced. There was a horrible brittleness, and dry fragments were scaling off. Ammi could not touch it, but looked horrifiedly into the distorted parody that had been a face. "What was it, Nahum—what was it?" he whispered, and the cleft, bulging lips were just able to crackle out a final answer.////"Nothin' . . . nothin' . . . the colour . . . it burns . . . cold an' wet . . . but it burns . . . it lived in the well . . . I seen it . . . a kind o' smoke . . . jest like the flowers last spring . . .

The Dunwhich Horror, HP Lovecraft - After the spell has been performed and the horror has been killed

A single lightning-bolt shot from the purple zenith to the altar-stone, and a great tidal wave of viewless force and indescribable stench swept down from the hill to all the countryside. Trees, grass, and underbrush were whipped into a fury; and the frightened crowd at the mountain's base, weakened by the lethal foetor that seemed about to asphyxiate them, were almost hurled off their feet. Dogs howled from the distance, green grass and foliage wilted to a curious, sickly yellow-grey, and over field and forest were scattered the bodies of dead whippoorwills.////The stench left quickly, but the vegetation never came right again. To this day there is something queer and unholy about the growths on and around that fearsome hill. Curtis Whateley was only just regaining consciousness when the Arkham men came slowly down the mountain in the beams of a sunlight once more brilliant and untainted.

Beloved, Toni Morison - Stamp paid's thoughts when leaving 124 (assonance)

Almost. Mixed in with the voices surrounding the house, recognizable but undecipherable to stamp paid, were the thoughts of the women of 124, unspeakable thoughts, unspoken.

The Colour Out of Space, HP Lovecraft - Narrator hinting that ammi killed wife

Ammi would give me no added particulars to this scene, but the shape in the corner does not reappear in his tale as a moving object. There are things which cannot be mentioned, and what is done in common humanity is sometimes cruelly judged by the law. I gathered that no moving thing was left in that attic room, and that to leave anything capable of motion there would have been a deed so monstrous as to damn any accountable being to eternal torment.

The Writer: Richard Wilbur Compares her to a straling

And iridescent creature/ Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove/ To the hard floor, or the desk-top,/ And wait then, humped and bloody,/ For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits/ Rose when, suddenly sure

Beloved, Toni Morison - Paul d.'s thoughts after having sex with sethe

And the wrought-iron maze he had explored in the kitchen like a gold miner pawing through pay dirt was in fact a revolting clump of scars. Not a tree as she said.

The Colour Out of Space, HP Lovecraft - Describing odd things happening bc of colour

April brought a kind of madness to the country folk, and began that disuse of the road past Nahum's which led to its ultimate abandonment. It was the vegetation. All the orchard trees blossomed forth in strange colours, and through the stony soil of the yard and adjacent pasturage there sprang up a bizarre growth which only a botanist could connect with the proper flora of the region. No sane wholesome colours were anywhere to be seen except in the green grass and leafage; but everywhere those hectic and prismatic variants of some diseased, underlying primary tone without a place among the known tints of earth.

Turn of the screw, henry james - ambiguity - At the end of the book when the governess sees peter quint and miles tries to but dies; his last words; synesthesia; metaphor (dog)

At this, after a second in which his head made the movement of a baffled dog's on a scent and then gave a frantic little shake for air and light, he was at me in a white rage, bewildered, glaring vainly over the place and missing wholly, though it now, to my sense, filled the room like the taste of poison, the wide, overwhelming presence. "It's HE?"/ I was so determined to have all my proof that I flashed into ice to challenge him. "Whom do you mean by 'he'?"/ "Peter Quint—you devil!"

Beloved, Toni Morison - paul d's feelings after having sex with beloved (asyndeton)

Because he was a man and a man could do what he would: be still for six hours in a dry well while night dropped; fight raccoon with his hands and win; watch another man, whom he loved better than his brothers, roast without a tear just so the roasters would know what a man was like. And it was he, that man, who had walked from Georgia to Delaware, who could not go or stay put where he wanted to in 124—shame.

Anecdote of the Jar: Wallace Stevens Personification of jar; metaphor/conceit= comparing jar to a king

It made the slovenly wilderness / Surround that hill. / The wilderness rose up to it, / And sprawled around, no longer wild..../ It took dominion everywhere.

The Colour Out of Space, HP Lovecraft - Ammi describes attic where wife was before he kills her Circumlocution- won't say mrs. gardiners name

It was quite dark inside, for the window was small and half-obscured by the crude wooden bars; and Ammi could see nothing at all on the wide-planked floor. The stench was beyond enduring, and before proceeding further he had to retreat to another room and return with his lungs filled with breathable air. When he did enter he saw something dark in the corner, and upon seeing it more clearly he screamed outright. While he screamed he thought a momentary cloud eclipsed the window, and a second later he felt himself brushed as if by some hateful current of vapour

Beloved, Toni Morison - Paul D.'s thoughts about Sweet home (in chapter when he tells sethe about halle seeing her)(chicken sitting in the sun on a tub= euphemism/metaphor????)

Mister was allowed to be and stay what he was. But I wasn't allowed to be and stay what I was. Even if you cooked him you'd be cooking a rooster named Mister. But wasn't no way I'd ever be Paul d. again, living or dead. School teacher changed me. I was something else and that something was less than a chicken sitting in the sun on a tub.

The Call of Cthulhu, HP Lovecraft - Describing Cthulhu (wilcox)

My somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background.

The Shadow Out Of Time, HP Lovecraft - Last paragraph, finding city and book; biblical allusion

No eye had seen, no hand had touched that book since the advent of man to this planet. And yet, when I flashed my torch upon it in that frightful megalithic abyss, I saw that the queerly pigmented letters on the brittle, aeon-browned cellulose pages were not indeed any nameless hieroglyphs of earth's youth. They were, instead, the letters of our familiar alphabet, spelling out the words of the English language in my own handwriting.

The Dunwhich Horror, HP Lovecraft - Wilbur trying to convince armitage to let him take the book and armitage is thinking about what the book said

Nor is it to be thought," ran the text as Armitage mentally translated it, "that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird: Wallace Stevens Rhetorical questions

O thin men of Haddam, / Why do you imagine golden birds? / Do you not see how the blackbird / Walks around the feet / Of the women about you?

The Call of Cthulhu, HP Lovecraft - Describing johansen's encounter from newspaper article

The Emma, he says, was delayed and thrown widely south of her course by the great storm of March 1st, and on March 22nd, in S. Latitude 49° 51′, W. Longitude 128° 34′, encountered the Alert,manned by a queer and evil-looking crew of Kanakas and half-castes. Being ordered peremptorily to turn back, Capt. Collins refused; whereupon the strange crew began to fire savagely and without warning upon the schooner with a peculiarly heavy battery of brass cannon forming part of the yacht's equipment. The Emma's men shewed fight, says the survivor, and though the schooner began to sink from shots beneath the waterline they managed to heave alongside their enemy and board her, grappling with the savage crew on the yacht's deck, and being forced to kill them all, the number being slightly superior, because of their particularly abhorrent and desperate though rather clumsy mode of fighting.

Turn of the screw, henry james When flora is looking out the window at night at miles - Hidden, protected, absorbed, she evidently rested on the still→ asyndeton (shows flora is distracted)

The child had again got up—this time blowing out the taper, and had again, for some purpose of observation or response, squeezed in behind the blind and was peering out into the night. That she now saw—as she had not, I had satisfied myself, the previous time—was proved to me by the fact that she was disturbed neither by my re illumination nor by the haste I made to get into slippers and into a wrap. Hidden, protected, absorbed, she evidently rested on the sill—the casement opened forward—and gave herself up.

The Shadow Out Of Time, HP Lovecraft - Describing some of this visions/places yithians have been

The ground and swamps were constantly alive with snakes, lizards, and crocodiles, while insects buzzed incessantly amidst the lush vegetation. And far out at sea unspied and unknown monsters spouted mountainous columns of foam into the vaporous sky. Once I was taken under the ocean in a gigantic submarine vessel with searchlights, and glimpsed some living horrors of awesome magnitude. I saw also the ruins of incredible sunken cities, and the wealth of crinoid, brachiopod, coral, and ichthyic life which everywhere abounded.

The Lovers of the Poor: Gwendolyn Brooks Describing how they view the poor

The stench; the urine, cabbage, and dead beans, / Dead porridges of assorted dusty grains, / The old smoke, heavy diapers, and, they're told, / Something called chitterlings. The darkness. Drawn / Darkness, or dirty light. The soil that stirs. / The soil that looks the soil of centuries. / And for that matter the general oldness. Old / Wood. Old marble. Old tile. Old old old.

The Dunwhich Horror, HP Lovecraft Describing wilbur's oddness

The strangeness did not reside in what he said, or even in the simple idioms he used; but seemed vaguely linked with his intonation or with the internal organs that produced the spoken sounds. His facial aspect, too, was remarkable for its maturity; for though he shared his mother's and grandfather's chinlessness, his firm and precociously shaped nose united with the expression of his large, dark, almost Latin eyes to give him an air of quasi-adulthood and well-nigh preternatural intelligence. He was, however, exceedingly ugly despite his appearance of brilliancy; there being something almost goatish or animalistic about his thick lips, large-pored, yellowish skin, coarse crinkly hair, and oddly elongated ears. He was soon disliked even more decidedly than his mother and grandsire, and all conjectures about him were spiced with references to the bygone magic of Old Whateley, and how the hills once shook when he shrieked the dreadful name of Yog-Sothoth in the midst of a circle of stones with a great book open in his arms before him. Dogs abhorred the boy, and he was always obliged to take various defensive measures against their barking menace.

Beloved, Toni Morison - sethe remembering something baby suggs has told her (symbolism- sword and shield represent forgetting the past and your barriers to the future) (idiom)

While Stamp Paid was making up his mind to visit 124 for baby suggs' sake, sethe was trying to take her advice: to lay it all down, sword and shield.

The Dunwhich Horror, HP Lovecraft - Describing wilbur after dog killed him

The thing that lay half-bent on its side in a foetid pool of greenish-yellow ichor and tarry stickiness was almost nine feet tall, and the dog had torn off all the clothing and some of the skin. It was not quite dead, but twitched silently and spasmodically while its chest heaved in monstrous unison with the mad piping of the expectant whippoorwills outside. Bits of shoe-leather and fragments of apparel were scattered about the room, and just inside the window an empty canvas sack lay where it had evidently been thrown. Near the central desk a revolver had fallen, a dented but undischarged cartridge later explaining why it had not been fired.

In Cold Storm Light: Silko Snow elk represents blizzard; wind is cold with the sound if juniper= synesthesia

The wind is cold/ with the sound of juniper...../ The snow elk come, / Moving, moving/ white song/ storm wind in the branches/ And when the elk have passed/ behind them/ a crystal train of snowflakes

The Shadow Out Of Time, HP Lovecraft - When peaslee is first figuring out about yithians

There was a mind from the planet we know as Venus, which would live incalculable epochs to come, and one from an outer moon of Jupiter six million years in the past. Of earthly minds there were some from the winged, star-headed, half-vegetable race of palaeogean Antarctica; one from the reptile people of fabled Valusia; three from the furry pre-human Hyperborean worshippers of Tsathoggua; one from the wholly abominable Tcho-Tchos; two from the arachnid denizens of earth's last age; five from the hardy coleopterous species immediately following mankind, to which the Great Race was some day to transfer its keenest minds en masse in the face of horrible peril; and several from different branches of humanity.

Turn of the screw, henry james First time the governess sees quint last line= oxymoron/paradox?

There was an alien object in view—a figure whose right of presence I instantly, passionately questioned. I recollect counting over perfectly the possibilities, reminding myself that nothing was more natural, for instance, then the appearance of one of the men about the place, or even of a messenger, a postman, or a tradesman's boy, from the village. That reminder had as little effect on my practical certitude as I was conscious—still even without looking—of its having upon the character and attitude of our visitor. Nothing was more natural than that these things should be the other things that they absolutely were not.

The Colour Out of Space, HP Lovecraft Describing area

There was once a road over the hills and through the valleys, that ran straight where the blasted heath is now; but people ceased to use it and a new road was laid curving far toward the south. Traces of the old one can still be found amidst the weeds of a returning wilderness, and some of them will doubtless linger even when half the hollows are flooded for the new reservoir. Then the dark woods will be cut down and the blasted heath will slumber far below blue waters whose surface will mirror the sky and ripple in the sun. And the secrets of the strange days will be one with the deep's secrets; one with the hidden lore of old ocean, and all the mystery of primal earth.

The Call of Cthulhu, HP Lovecraft - Describing legrasses findings after interrogating the subjects

They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him.

I, Too: Langston Hughes-

Tomorrow, / I'll be at the table / When company comes. / Nobody'll dare / Say to me, / "Eat in the kitchen," / Then. / Besides, / They'll see how beautiful I am / And be ashamed—

Turn of the screw, henry james - First time governess sees quint; was really far away from ghost so she shouldn't be able to see all of these details

We were too far apart to call to each other, but there was a moment at which, at shorter range, some challenge between us, breaking the hush, would have been the right result of our straight mutual stare. He was in one of the angles, the one away from the house, very erect, as it struck me, and with both hands on the ledge. So I saw him as I see the letters I form on this page; then, exactly, after a minute, as if to add to the spectacle, he slowly changed his place—passed, looking at me hard all the while, to the opposite corner of the platform. Yes, I had the sharpest sense that during this transit he never took his eyes from me, and I can see at this moment the way his hand, as he went, passed from one of the crenelations to the next. He stopped at the other corner, but less long, and even as he turned away still markedly fixed me. He turned away; that was all I knew.

Harlem: Langston Hughes- Similies; or does it explode= rhetorical question and metaphor

What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up/ like a raisin in the sun? / Or fester like a sore— / And then run? / Does it stink like rotten meat? / Or crust and sugar over— / like a syrupy sweet?/ Maybe it just sags / like a heavy load. / Or does it explode?

Susie Asado: Gertrude Stein incy→ incubus= distinctio; anadiplosis= bobbles and render clean Experience through sound

When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller. /This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly. These are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy. /Incy is short for incubus. /A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble, the old vats are in bobbles, bobbles which shade and shove and render clean, render clean must. / Drink pups.

Turn of the screw, henry james - Gender roles/class- demonstrating sexual tensions between miles and governess

While this was done Miles stood again with his hands in his little pockets and his back to me - stood and looked out of the wide window through which, that other day, I had seen what pulled me up. We continued silent while the maid was with us - as silent, it whimsically occurred to me, as some young couple who, on their wedding journey, at the inn, feel shy in the presence of the waiter. He turned round only when the waiter had left us. "Well - so we're alone!"

The Writer: Richard Wilbur Metaphor- comparing this to saying goodbye to ship on voyage Personification- house thinking Metaphor- comparing to writers block

Young as she is, the stuff/ Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:/ I wish her a lucky passage. But now it is she who pauses,/ As if to reject my thought and its easy figure./ A stillness greatens, in which/ The whole house seems to be thinking,/ And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor/ Of strokes, and again is silent.

The Call of Cthulhu, HP Lovecraft - Describing island johanseen was on

come upon a coast-line of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror—the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes, hidden in green slimy vaults and sending out at last, after cycles incalculable, the thoughts that spread fear to the dreams of the sensitive and called imperiously to the faithful to come on a pilgrimage of liberation and restoration.

next to of course god america i: e.e. Cummings Tone-satricial; deafanddumb=?; these heroic happy dead= paradox and alliteration

in every language even deafanddumb/ thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry/ by jingo by gee by gosh by gum/ why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-/ iful than these heroic happy dead/ who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter/ they did not stop to think they died instead/ then shall the voice of liberty be mute?

Beloved, Toni Morison - paul d's thinking about what being a man is and if he is one (conceit= comparing the men to all these thinks but very elaborate and specific)

they were only Sweet Home men at Sweet home. One step off that ground and they were trespassers among the human race. Watchdogs without teeth; steer bulls without horns; gelded workhorses whose neigh and whinny could not be translated into a language responsible humans spoke.

In Just: E.E. Cummings mud-luscious= epithet; balloon man= allusion to pan

when the world is mud- / luscious the little / lame balloonman// whistles far and wee // and eddieandbill come / running from marbles and / piracies and it's / spring