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Niamat Ali Murtazai Male, 47, Pakistan (1/15/2014 12:21:00 PM)

I want to have a discussion about metaphor and simile in poetry. Usually we think that by using some similes and metaphors, we multiply the effect of our composition. But I think that the real scenario is somewhat different.Man is the supreme being in this universe; he/she is the most beautiful bodies in the museum of the world.When some comparisons of a human being are made with other less beautiful objects of nature, his/her beauty or charm is shattered not built or constructed.What do you say in this regard?

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  • Dan Reynolds (1/15/2014 5:47:00 PM) Post reply

    The lake of metaphor

    and perhaps I came to poetry too late
    to dive, a slimmish youth,
    innocent as youth was or is
    into the rich waters of the lake of metaphor
    fed distantly by mountain springs,
    welcoming in its wateriness,
    chilling too like a demand for respect,
    welcoming and chilling as a life;
    a few strokes and already the green bank
    and pile of crumpled clothes discarded
    quickly distant, and here
    in the middle of the lake, the sky
    has opened out as if it were
    some rival to a mountain-top

    and the hands press against
    the resistances of language, the palms
    flat as between praise and surrender,
    cleaving a passage to the depth
    and then the shore of metaphor; and
    emerging, the sunlight
    catching the sparkling water droplets,
    the skin shivering but invigorated,
    the mind full of life
    like a poem rich in metaphor.

    Older now,
    waiting as in the paintings of Saint Jerome
    at his desk walled in by books,
    pen poised, eyes uplifted,
    spirit, rich, yet
    mind not full, but waiting
    for the grace of metaphor
    like the brushing of a white dove's wing

    Michael Shepherd

  • Stan Grossman (1/15/2014 12:57:00 PM) Post reply

    Have you seen the 'Humans' that shop at Walmart?(couldn't resist)

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