Effectively employing simile and metaphor can be a challenge for any writer. Cliche or obscure attempts can fall flat, leaving readers disheveled and as a result, disinterested. That being said, a quality simile or metaphor can enhance writing immensely. The following poem, by Pablo Neruda, uses copious amounts of figurative language in an effort to depict the speaker’s love for words. In your response, please identify:
-One simile
-One metaphor
Upon completion, write one of each, to be used in your personal narrative. If you chose either simile or metaphor for the last blog post, please provide a different example in response to Neruda’s work. Attempt to avoid cliche or overly obscure comparisons; use the Pablo Neruda poem for guidance!
You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend . . . I bow to them . . . I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down . . . I love words so much . . . The unexpected ones . . . The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop . . . Vowels I love . . . They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew . . . I run after certain words . . . They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem . . . I catch them in mid flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives . . . And I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go . . . I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves . . . Everything exists in the word . . .
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From Memoirs by Pablo Neruda (NY: Penguin, 1974), p. 53.
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