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Devin

Grass by Carl Sandburg

PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now?

I am the grass. Let me work. This poem is about the ground covering the bodies of the dead along with anything else that the falls on to the ground. The poetic device is repetition, because it repeats the first two lines. This poem i think its more about a grave yard full of people getting sucked into it every day. When Death Comes by Mary Oliver

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox

when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world. this is a repetition poem as well, its manly about the writer wondering whats going to happen to them after they die, the writer also thinks that death is something you wont expec; you never know whats going to happen once when your dead. People think they know what to expect once when their dead but they also dont think of how many people are going to miss them once when they are gone. Spirits Of The Dead by Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! This poem is mainly about someone that leaving for the after-life, someone that is passing away. No one wants them to leave but they leave. This poem is a Assonance for a poetic device

Ready to fall by Rise against

Hold on slow down again from the top now and tell me everything I know I've been gone for what seems like forever But I'm here now waiting To convince you that I'm not a ghost or a stranger But closer than you think She said, "just go on to what you Pretend is your life but Please don't die on me" Wings won't take me Heights don't phase me So take a step But don't look down Take a step Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall Perpetual motion the image won't focus A blur is all that's seen But here in this moment like the eye of the storm It all came clear to me I found a shoulder to lean on An infallible reason to live all by itself I took one last look from the heights that I once loved And then I ran like hell Wings won't take me Heights don't phase me So take a step But don't look down Take a step Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall

This song is mainly based on his feelings tords his music and his love, but he thinks that people think his music wont last in this time an age. Everyone thinks that hes going to fall from his fame and that he has to prove that his music is good to the people that listen. The poetic device that is use in this song is Repetition because the chorus repeats itself.

By Devin Huss

__I am Devin__ I wonder about __heaven__ I see the number __//eleven//__ I hear thunder I want to be what im not spose to be

__I am Devin__ I say that __ill never be__ I pretend life goes on I feel the feelings of others I worry that __Ill never be__

__I am Devin__ I understand what life means __I dream like a new born puppy__ I try to fit in I hope i will be

Rhyme Simile Consonance