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The Guitarist Tunes Up: Metaphors and Similes

The document contains 3 poems: 1) The Guitarist Tunes Up by Frances Darwin Cornford is about a guitarist tuning his instrument with care and delight, like a man talking to his loved woman before they play together. 2) The Hound by Robert Francis is a metaphor comparing life to an ambiguous hound that could either harm or help the speaker, leaving them waiting unsure until it acts. 3) Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes poses questions about what might happen to a dream that is delayed, suggesting possibilities such as it drying up, festering, rotting, hardening, or exploding like a heavy load.

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The Guitarist Tunes Up: Metaphors and Similes

The document contains 3 poems: 1) The Guitarist Tunes Up by Frances Darwin Cornford is about a guitarist tuning his instrument with care and delight, like a man talking to his loved woman before they play together. 2) The Hound by Robert Francis is a metaphor comparing life to an ambiguous hound that could either harm or help the speaker, leaving them waiting unsure until it acts. 3) Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes poses questions about what might happen to a dream that is delayed, suggesting possibilities such as it drying up, festering, rotting, hardening, or exploding like a heavy load.

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Metaphors and Similes

The Guitarist Tunes Up


~ Frances Darwin Cornford

 With what attentive courtesy he bent


Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.

The Hound:
~Robert Francis

Life the hound


Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound’s intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.

Dream Deferred
~Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags


like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

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