amor.mikayla
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I need to find eight poetic devices in either of these poems.
Or perhaps you know another poem about autumn with 8 poetic devices?
i can only find about four.
Autumn
It’s nice to see you; don’t you know
Your chilly brightness makes me smile?
You paint my world, you make it glow;
It’s good that you can stay awhile.
You bring the apples, fresh and real,
And pumpkins dress each roadside stand.
The tastes, the smells, the sights, the feel -
You spread excitement through the land.
You whisper to the fading light,
Or howl and toss the leaves around.
You sometimes brush the landscape white
And greet the day without a sound.
You hold my hand, and then we’ll part,
But I’m prepared for winter’s cold.
You’ve left your spirit in my heart;
I’ve learned the lessons that you’ve told.
OR
Autumn
THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.
Or perhaps you know another poem about autumn with 8 poetic devices?
i can only find about four.
Autumn
It’s nice to see you; don’t you know
Your chilly brightness makes me smile?
You paint my world, you make it glow;
It’s good that you can stay awhile.
You bring the apples, fresh and real,
And pumpkins dress each roadside stand.
The tastes, the smells, the sights, the feel -
You spread excitement through the land.
You whisper to the fading light,
Or howl and toss the leaves around.
You sometimes brush the landscape white
And greet the day without a sound.
You hold my hand, and then we’ll part,
But I’m prepared for winter’s cold.
You’ve left your spirit in my heart;
I’ve learned the lessons that you’ve told.
OR
Autumn
THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.