Speaker or Narrator, and Point of View
Omniscient third-person subjective point of view
Form and Meter
Conversational and dialogical poem
Metaphors and Similes
The simile in the line, ‘‘my fasts shall live like willows where you died’ in the poem ‘For My Brother-Missing In Action 1943.” The other simile is in the poem "A Dirge" when the narrator says: “Will look when the betrayer laughs in the desert like a broken monument."
Alliteration and Assonance
The alliteration is in the line, “My eyes are flowers for your tomb.”
Irony
The main paradox is that religious hypocrisy is a tall order because some religious people take advantage of the less fortunate.
Genre
Spiritual poem
Setting
Written in the context of God’s superiority over the world
Tone
The tone is tense, and the mood is disheartening.
Protagonist and Antagonist
The narrator is the protagonist in the poems “Landscape” and “An Elegy for Five Old Ladies.” The antagonist is Mrs. Watson.
Major Conflict
The major conflict is in the poem “An Elegy for Five Old Ladies” when all the old ladies die in an accident. According to the narrator, their death is untimely and unfair.
Climax
The climax is in the poem “Landscape” when the child takes his pencil and draws the person he calls mother. The poem is symbolic because it illustrates the unity of purpose.
Foreshadowing
The luxurious life of aristocrats foreshadows the wastage of public resources. In the poem “East With Ibn Battuta,” the narrator says: “In the great cemetery They build chambers Pavilions Hire singers To chant the Koran Day and night among the tombs With pleasant voices.”
Understatement
The impact of death is understated in the poem “For My Brother-Missing In Action.”
Allusions
The poem “For My Brother-Missing In Action” alludes to the grief of losing a loved one.
Metonymy and Synecdoche
Silver rings in the poem “East With Ibn Battuta” are used as metonymy for aristocrats' wastage of public resources.
Personification
The tombs are personified in the poem as a tormentor.
Hyperbole
N/A
Onomatopoeia
The narrator writes, “bell rung too loud and too late.”