The poet plucks their soul from its hiding place and holds it up to examine it closely in a mirror. They see their soul like a small star in the vast night sky, a small trembling body quivering in space. Though they explore their soul to understand why it conspires to take away their joy, they find comfort knowing they can see a part of their soul, even if they cannot fully comprehend or control it.
The poet plucks their soul from its hiding place and holds it up to examine it closely in a mirror. They see their soul like a small star in the vast night sky, a small trembling body quivering in space. Though they explore their soul to understand why it conspires to take away their joy, they find comfort knowing they can see a part of their soul, even if they cannot fully comprehend or control it.
The poet plucks their soul from its hiding place and holds it up to examine it closely in a mirror. They see their soul like a small star in the vast night sky, a small trembling body quivering in space. Though they explore their soul to understand why it conspires to take away their joy, they find comfort knowing they can see a part of their soul, even if they cannot fully comprehend or control it.
And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine why This awful key to my infinity Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace. And if the sign may not be fully read, If I can comprehend but not control, I need not gloom my days with futile dread, Because I see a part and not the whole. Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted By this narcotic thought: I know my soul. Questions: 1. Identify the following devices: Assonance Consonance Symbolism Imagery Simile