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Alex

Alone By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring-- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow--I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone-- And all I lov'd--//I// lov'd alone-- //Then//--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-- From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder, and the storm-- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view--

This poem talks about him being sad in his childhood. He uses personification when he talks about the lightning flying by. He uses imagery such as fountain and red cliff. He uses rhyming words such as been/seen and bring/spring.

Afternoon Memory By Gary Soto

Sometimes I'll look in the refrigerator And decide that the mustard is vaguely familiar, And that the jar of Spanish olives is new to me. What's this gathering? The butter And salsa, the two kinds of tortillas And, in back, the fat-waisted Mrs. Butterworth. I'll study the plate of cross-legged chicken, And close the refrigerator and lean on the kitchen counter. Is this old age? The faucet drips. The linoleum blisters when you walk on it. The magnets on the refrigerator crawl down With the gravity of expired coupons and doctor bills. Sometimes I'll roll my tongue in my mouth. Is this thirst or desire? Is this pain Or my foot going to sleep? I know the factory Inside my stomach has gone quiet. My hair falls as I stand. My lungs are bean plants Of disappearing air. My body sends signals, like now: A healthy fleck is floating across my vision. I watch it cross. It's going to attack a virus On the right side of my body And, later, travel down my throat to take care of knee, Little latch of hurt. I swallow three times. I have to help my body parts. Fellas, sour liver And trusty kidney, I'm full of hope. I open the refrigerator. I've seen this stuff before. What's this? The blow dart of bran? Chinese ginger? No, fellas, they're carrots. The orange, I hear, Is good for your eyes.

This poem talks about him feeling old and his body is not what it used to be. He uses personification like his foot going to sleep. He uses a metaphor when he says his lungs are bean plants of disapperaing air. He uses imagery when he describes what is in the refrigerator.

Adolescence II By Rita Dove

Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian blinds slice up the moon; the tiles quiver in pale strips. Then they come, the three seal men with eyes as round As dinner plates and eyelashes like sharpened tines. They bring the scent of licorice. One sits in the washbowl, One on the bathtub edge; one leans against the door. "Can you feel it yet?" they whisper. I don't know what to say, again. They chuckle, Patting their sleek bodies with their hands. "Well, maybe next time." And they rise, Glittering like pools of ink under moonlight, And vanish. I clutch at the ragged holes They leave behind, here at the edge of darkness. Night rests like a ball of fur on my tongue.

She is nervous of becoming a teenager and what will happen to her body. She uses personification like the venetian blinds slice up the moon. She uses a simile when she says eyes as round as dinner plates. She uses imagery when she says the sweat prickles behind my knees.

Don't Stop Believing by Journey

Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in south Detroit He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smoky room Smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill, Everybody wants a thrill Payin' anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh, the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlight people Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlight people Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlight people

People leave because they are not happy about the way they were raised. They are going somewhere else to start a new life. It uses rhyming words such as fill and thrill. It uses personification when it talks about the shadows searching in the night. The ending uses repetition because the line repeats the words.

The Life of Alex Bowser

I am Alex Bowser. I am fun and __silly__. Rhyme I wonder what is __going on__. Repetition I see things that are __brown and hilly__. Rhyme and Imagery I hear something __going on__. Repetition I want to see what it is.

I am Alex Bowser. I say things that are polite. I pretend to be what I want. I feel happy when I'm alone. I worry when things happen. I cry when I am disappointed.

I am Alex Bowser. I understand what I need to do. I dream of being a __train engineer__. Repetition I try to help wherever I go. I hope I will be a __train engineer__. Repetiton I am Alex Bowser.