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Miracles By: Walt Whitman Why, who makes much of a miracle?As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge ofthe water,Or stand under trees in the woods,Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at nightwith any one I love,Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summerforenoon,Or animals feeding in the fields,Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining soquiet and bright,Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread withthe same,Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.To me the sea is a continual miracle,The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships with men in them,What stranger miracles are there?

This poem is about miracles. He talks about how he feels about miracles and what miracles are to him. He uses imagery to try and create pictures in the readers mind by describing the fish swimming and motion of waves.

Acquainted With the Night By: Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.When far away an interrupted cry.Came over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,One luminary clock against the sky.Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.I have been one acquainted with the night

This poem is about the author being through a lot and feeling sad. He uses rhyming in this poem. An example of this is "right and night","feet and street".

A Drinking Song By: W.B. Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.

He got drunk and fell in love with a girl, now he is sober and drinking again thinking what have I done.The author uses rhyming in this poem, examples are “eye and die” or “ die and sigh”. He also uses repetition with the word "mouth".

Imagine By: John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace

You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people sharing all the world

You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will live as one

He wants the world to live in peace. He doesnt like all the corruption of the world. He would like everyone to just get along and come together so the problems of the world could be solved.

I am Sean __Neal__ My least favorite color is __teel__ I was called __m__oley __m__oley __m__ole I wonder about the mysteries of the universe __My mind sometimes runs wild__ but most of the time it's a blank page I hope I don't bomb this assignment Since I'm going to do the requirements I should be fine I don't like English This is bunch of randomness about me I'm just glad that this is done.

poetic devices: Rhyme Alliteration Personification