Crops withered, curled up, then died under the thirsty sun <span><span>a hurricane came out of the east snapping their roots and tearing them out of the earth a voice that seemed to rumble out of the earth itself prodding each other and giggling, went back to the house These sensory images both visual and audible were used by the author to impress the reader with the devastation of the scene.
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In my opinion, the whole poem is quite ironic - although she is mentioning the exultation and the royal color of death, the poem itself begins with the narrator saying that she cannot breathe - that she doesn't want to die.
So, I would say that the ironic parts are:
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, -
Past the houses, past the headlands,
<span>Into deep eternity!</span>
If someone wanted to be a Archivist, they would have to work hard for it. If i can I would copy and past my last one of this but you know I can't reallt copy and past on here. But you know what I'm getting at..-
I guess-
Hope this helps? :')
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