Iknew a woman, lovely in her bones, when small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: the shapes a bright container can contain! of her choice virtues only gods should speak, or english poets who grew up on greek (i'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). source: roethke, theodore. "i knew a woman." the collected poems of theodore roethke. new york: random house inc., 1961. poetry foundation. web. 9 june 2011. all of these types of figurative language appear in the excerpt above except