Fruit
Oswald writes, “And someone’s face pierced like a piece of fruit/That was Priam’s son unlucky man/Who made his living in the horse country/North of Troy he was stepping backwards.” Comparing Priam’s son’s piercing to a fruit illustrates the torture he sustained as a result of the penetration.
Fog
Oswald writes, “Brave HYPSENOR the stump of whose hand/Lies somewhere on the battlefield/He was the son of Dolopion the river-priest/ Now he belongs to great red emptiness/Like when the rainy fog pulls down his hood on the mountains/Misery for the herdsman better than night for the thief.” The fog underscores the emptiness which is attributed to Hypsenor's demise. The overwhelming hollowness cannot be diminished.
