elizabeth10

Miracles


WHY! who makes much of a miracle?As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of thewater,Or stand under trees in the woods,Or talk by day with any one I love-- Or sit at a table at dinner with my mother,Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon, 10Or animals feeding in the fields,Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quietand bright,Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--mechanics, boatmen, farmers,Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,Or behold children at their sports,Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect oldwoman,Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial, 20Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with thesame,Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,and all that concerns them,All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.To me the sea is a continual miracle; 30The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,with men in them,What stranger miracles are there?

1. What words are repeated? Or and I.
2. What images are there? Eyes,glasses,table,
3. the metaphors? The busy bees around hive wich is just like people