A metaphor is evident in “the rain is full of ghosts tonight,” symbolising the speaker being haunted by her forgotten lovers. The line “will turn to me at midnight with a cry,” encompasses powerful imagery as it attempts to bring back the speaker’s sensation among taking the reader to that moment as well. The shift in the sonnet from the opening octave to the closing sestet is indicated by the choice of the word “thus” as a transition word. This is where the poet proceeds to the extended metaphor of comparing herself to a “lonely tree” (9) in winter that can no longer recall “the birds” (10) that have laid on her “boughs” (11). It is from this metaphor that the reader makes the assumption that the birds are a metaphor for the speaker’s forgotten lovers and that the term boughs is a metaphor for her own limbs. In the final unrhymed couplet, the use of personification and metaphor is evident in the lines “I only know that summer sang in me a little while” (13-14) enveloping up the speaker’s cry of pain that this “summer,” a metaphor for joy is now forever
A metaphor is evident in “the rain is full of ghosts tonight,” symbolising the speaker being haunted by her forgotten lovers. The line “will turn to me at midnight with a cry,” encompasses powerful imagery as it attempts to bring back the speaker’s sensation among taking the reader to that moment as well. The shift in the sonnet from the opening octave to the closing sestet is indicated by the choice of the word “thus” as a transition word. This is where the poet proceeds to the extended metaphor of comparing herself to a “lonely tree” (9) in winter that can no longer recall “the birds” (10) that have laid on her “boughs” (11). It is from this metaphor that the reader makes the assumption that the birds are a metaphor for the speaker’s forgotten lovers and that the term boughs is a metaphor for her own limbs. In the final unrhymed couplet, the use of personification and metaphor is evident in the lines “I only know that summer sang in me a little while” (13-14) enveloping up the speaker’s cry of pain that this “summer,” a metaphor for joy is now forever