I read this poem called “A description of
the morning” by Jonathan Swift and It fitted perfectly with the topic. I was stunned
because it LITERALLY is just a description. There is no metaphors and that
suff. It is like if I tell you what I did today´s morning. Really, more
realistic couldn’t be.
Be amazed by yourself and read it here!
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach
Appearing, showed the ruddy morn's
approach.
Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,
And softly stole to discompose her own;
The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's
door
Had pared the dirt and sprinkled round the
floor.
Now Moll had whirled her mop with dext'rous
airs,
Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs.
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