Black Lotus Villanelle Lotus rising out of South Side water & night
Gifting the world with your brilliant fruitful flower
We marvel at your beauty, bless your seeds with light
You bloom ivy league that is, grow tall in their sight
Defying every shallow pond with fierce power
Lotus rising out of South Side water & night
Your floral family hails from a deep southern plight
Ancestors fertilize the A. M.E. church hour
We marvel at your beauty; bless your seeds with light
For three days your petals bloom gallant as a knight
Picture that - Monet paints you in sun or shower
Lotus rising out of South Side water & night
How many six-foot stalks revel in their rare height?
Dark pods don't flinch; stand stoic as a light tower
We marvel at your beauty; bless your seeds with light
Stem of Third World Center, Egyptians know your rite
We pray you never wane or retreat to bower
Lotus rising out of South Side water & night
We marvel at your beauty; bless your seeds with light

1.)What is this poem about?
2.) identify the main literary devices with textual evidence?

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What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed