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Fog -Carl Sandburg

The fog comes on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg is describing how the fog silently moves into the cities and then silently leaves, as if it wasn't even there. He describes the fog as silent and unnnoticeable as a little cat walking quietly. In this poem he uses the poetic device of personification. He says the fog comes on little cat feet, which is giving the object of fog the ability of a cat(human).

Quilts -Nikki Giovanni

Like a fading piece of cloth I am a failure

No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able To hold the hot and cold

I wish for those first days When just woven I could keep water From seeping through Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave Dazzled the sunlight with my Reflection

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

I offer no apology only this plea:

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm

And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers

And cuddle near

Nikki Giovanni is describing in her poem how she is getting old and can not live up to what she used to be and can not do as much for people as she could when she was younger. She also excepts the fact that she is getting old and wants people to be happy and live still with no regrets and spologies to her. As she grows old and fades away she still wants to be remembered as helping and caring so she wants to be put in a quilt to always help somebody and be remembered. Nikki Giovanni uses poetic devices such as similie. In the first statement she says "Like a fading piece of cloth i am a failure."

I wandered lonely as a cloud -William Wordsworth > I wandered lonely as a cloud > That floats on high o'er vales and hills, > When all at once I saw a crowd, > A host, of golden daffodils; > Beside the lake, beneath the trees, > Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. > For oft, when on my couch I lie > In vacant or in pensive mood, > They flash upon that inward eye > Which is the bliss of solitude; > And then my heart with pleasure fills, > > And dances with the daffodils. > > William Wordsworth is describing how he feels as he walks along and sits in his home. Expressing how lonely he feels with images he sees around him. To show how he feels he gives lots of details called imagery. He begins with wondering lonely as a cloud and then by the end he is happy and shows that by dancing with the daffodils.