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In the poem "The Road Not Taken", one poetic device it uses often is imagery. It proveded detail about sights the narrator was seeing, such as "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood", or "And both that morning equally lay, In leaves no step had trodden black". The words and details the narrotor uses portrays a path that divides into two seperate paths. The use of imagery helps the reader understand where he is, what he's doing, and how he sees things. That is why I believe that imagery is a key poetic device for the poem "A Road Not Taken".

The Road Not Taken By: Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference

The poetic devices used in the poem "Who Will Know Us?" are Personification, and Similies. The verse " The window that looks onto its slate of old snow." is a personification. It is a personification because it is giving the human trait of looking, into an inanimate object such as the window. Similies are found many times in this poem such as the verses, "It is cold, bitter as a penny.", or "With his loose buttons like heads of crucified saints.". The poem "Who Will Know Us" uses many poetic devices.

Who Will Know Us? By: Gary Soto

It is cold, bitter as a penny. I'm on a train, rocking toward the cemetery To visit the dead who now Breathe through the grass, through me, Through relatives who will come And ask, Where are you? Cold. The train with its cargo Of icy coal, the conductor With his loose buttons like heads of crucified saints, His mad puncher biting zeros through tickets.

The window that looks onto its slate of old snow. Cows. The barbed fences throat-deep in white. Farm houses dark, one wagon With a shivering horse. This is my country, white with no words, House of silence, horse that won't budge To cast a new shadow. Fence posts That are the people, spotted cows the machinery That feed Officials. I have nothing Good to say. I love Paris And write, "Long Live Paris!" I love Athens and write, "The great book is still in her lap." Bats have intrigued me,

The pink vein in a lilac. I've longed to open an umbrella In an English rain, smoke And not give myself away, Drink and call a friend across the room, Stomp my feet at the smallest joke. But this is my country. I walk a lot, sleep. I eat in my room, read in my room, And make up women in my head — Nostalgia, the cigarette lighter from before the war, Beauty, tears that flow inward to feed its roots.

The train. Red coal of evil. We are its passengers, the old and young alike. Who will know us when we breathe through the grass?

The poetic devices used in the poem "Paint Brush" is ryming. It rymes the verses quite often. Verses such as "Wherever I may go" and "So the real me doesnt show" use ryming. It also uses imagery, such as describing the character as "Now my coats are all ripped off, I feel naked bare and cold". Those are some of many poetic devices I had found in the poem "Paint Brush". "Paint Brush" By: Beetie B. Youngs I keep my paint brush with me   Wherever I may go, In case I need to cover up   So the real me doesn't show. I'm so afraid to show you me   Afraid of what you'll do - that You might laugh or say mean things. I'm afraid I might lose you. I'd like to remove all my paint coats To show you the real, true me, But I want you to try and understand, I need you to accept what you see. So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll strip off all my coats real slow. Please understand how much it hurts To let the real me show. Now my coats are all stripped off. I feel naked, bare and cold, And if you still love me withall that you see, You are my friend, pure as gold. I need to save my paint brush, though, And hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy In case someone doesn't understand. So please protect me, my dear friend And thanks for loving me true, But please let me keep my paint brush with me   Until I love me, too.