DESOLATE and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.
1. Two of the objects
that Sandburg compares to people are the whistle
of a boat and a harbor. Which of these two objects are
compared to a lost child?
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2. Even if Sandburg
had omitted the words ‘lost child,’ we could still guess he was using
personification to describe the object. List two human qualities this object
has—or two human actions it performs—in the poem that make it seem like a lost
child.
a.
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b.
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3. What kind of person
is the lost child searching for? ___________________________
4. When a poet
imagines an object to be a person, he can also imagine that it has feelings and
emotions. What feelings does Sandburg imagine the boat’s whistle has when it
calls? In a brief sentence, sum up how the whistle feels.
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5. The scene in the
poem is a lake that is totally shrouded in fog and mist. When Sandburg
describes the mist, he says it ‘creeps’ onto the lake. The word
;creeps’ suggests that the mist is a person, too. What type of person
might ‘creep’ up on others?
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6. Does the mist seem
friendly or unfriendly to the boat?
Explain your answer.
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Read
Carl Sandburg’s famous poem “Grass.” Briefly explain a use of personification in this
poem.
Grass Carl Sandburg
PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo .
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun .
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
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