Metaphors - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

View by Category
About This Presentation



Chewy caramels, yucky fruit flavors, some pieces never eaten. Allusional Metaphor ... Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. ... – PowerPoint PPT presentation

Number of Views:60
Avg rating:3.0/5.0
Slides: 10
Provided by: nstearns


Write a Comment
User Comments (0)
Transcript and Presenter's Notes

Title: Metaphors

In one ear and out the other
Hungry as a horse!
Talk to the Hand!
Fast as the wind!
Pretty as a picture!
Cry Uncle!
Extended Metaphor
Starting, stopping, hills, Crossroads, traffic
Life is a Journey
Foundation, roof, rooms, Doorways, backyard,
Life is a building
Life is a box of chocolates
Chewy caramels, yucky fruit flavors, some pieces
never eaten
Allusional Metaphor
A Draconian law
Greek lawgiver, only punishments is Death
My Dad is truly Homerian
Homer Simpson
Alexander the Great
I came I saw I lost miserably
  • Metaphors by Sylvia Plath
  • I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
  • An elephant, a ponderous house,
  • A melon strolling on two tendrils.
  • O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
  • This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
  • Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
  • I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
  • I've eaten a bag of green apples,
  • Boarded the train there's no getting off.

  • Ars Poetica
  • A poem should be palpable and mute
  • As a globed fruit
  • Dumb
  • As old medallions to the thumb
  • Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
  • Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
  • A poem should be wordless
  • As the flight of birds
  • A poem should be motionless in time
  • As the moon climbs
  • Leaving, as the moon releases
  • Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter
leaves, Memory by memory the mind - A poem
should be motionless in time As the moon
climbs A poem should be equal to Not true For
all the history of grief An empty doorway and a
maple leaf For love The leaning grasses and two
lights above the sea - A poem should not
mean But be -- Archibald MacLeish
  • Mixing up the senses
  • Sight/Sound/Touch/Taste/Smell
  • A sweet voice
  • A crunchy thought

  • Correspondences
  • Nature is a temple in which living pillars
  • Sometimes give voice to confused words
  • Man passes there through forests of symbols
  • Which look at him with understanding eyes.
  • Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
  • In a deep and tenebrous unity,
  • Vast as the dark of night and as the light of
  • Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.
  • There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of
  • Sweet as oboes, green as meadows
  • And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,
  • With power to expand into infinity,
  • Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin,
  • That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.

Charles Baudelaire Translated by Willam Aggeler
  • Dolor
  • I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
  • Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and
  • All the misery of manila folders and mucilage,
  • Desolation in immaculate public places,
  • Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
  • The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
  • Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
  • Endless duplication of lives and objects.
  • And I have seen dust from the walls of
  • Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than
  • Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons
    of tedium,
  • Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate
  • Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey
    standard faces.
  • -- Theodore Roethke