A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.
Could any State on Earth Immortall be,Venice by Her rare Goverment is She;Venice Great Neptunes Minion, still a Mayd,Though by the warrlikst Potentats assayed;Yet She retaines Her Virgin-waters pure,Nor any Forren mixtures can endure;Though, Syren-like...
An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
The man’s emotions flowed back and forth like waves of the sea.
The nail that sticks out farthest gets hammered the hardest.
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
The HBS logo shone high above, a surrogate sun for the overcast day.
But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.
Birds shouldn’t be able to find tearsThey are the definition of freedom