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
simile
imagery
allusion