What Are Metaphors And Similes? | Sushant Thapa

Metaphors And Similes

When Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage” he compared the world with a stage. This direct comparison is a metaphor. I can say that metaphor comes out of observation; one of our poetic elements. We can assume that Shakespeare observed the stage daily and this might have triggered the art of metaphor in him which led to forming this particular metaphor.

The metaphor should be able to paint a picture or image in the reader’s mind. Imageries can also be developed if we learn to use metaphors properly. There can be elements of imagery in metaphors.  Metaphor is a broad term that also incorporates simile. Simile is the indirect comparison with the words ‘like’ or ‘as’. These are non-literary elements and are the tools of artistic worship that differentiate a poem from a normal conversation. Social values if embedded in a metaphor can function well. For example, if we say “the moon today is a weeping bride” we hint at a marriage ceremony which is a social event.

There are different types of metaphors. I will cite few poems and explain them:

The Road Not Taken- Poem by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps a better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

It leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

  • By Robert Frost

 

This poem is an example of an extended metaphor. The two roads can be compared with two choices in life. The poet has also compared himself with a traveler which he is while he is observing the roads in the woods.

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I would also like to state here that poetry can even be written without simile and metaphor. American poet William Carlos Williams did not use these elements. He wrote poems such as:

The Red wheelbarrow

so much depends

upon

 

a red wheel

barrow

 

glazed with rain

water

 

beside the white

chickens

 

This poetry of object is a modernist approach to poetry.

Let’s look at poetic elements in American poet Billy Collin’s poem. This poem is titled “Introduction to Poetry”.

Introduction to Poetry | Poem by Billy Collin

I ask them to take a poem

and hold it up to the light

like a color slide

 

or press an ear against its hive.

 

I say drop a mouse into a poem

and watch him probe his way out,

 

or walk inside the poem’s room

and feel the walls for a light switch.

 

I want them to waterski

across the surface of a poem

waving at the author’s name on the shore.

 

But all they want to do

is tie the poem to a chair with rope

and torture a confession out of it.

 

They begin beating it with a hose

to find out what it really means.

 

The first poetic element here is a simile. Like has been used in the third line. “like a color slide.”

 

I would like to cite a poem by esteemed Himalayan Poet Yuyutsu Sharma. The poem has used a simile which is very captivating. The poem is from his collection “A Blizzard in my Bones: New York Poems.” The poem is titled “Asleep Like.” I cite the poem because it has mythology combined with it and it begins with a simile. The poet takes us through real journey, but maintains his artistic craft in a heart-moving manner. The poem has part I, part II, III, IV and V. Heart’s percussion has been compared with varied things. What a heart beat can contain and recollect is thrilling to see. The first two parts of the poem is filled with similes. Let us also look at the whole poem. The comparison with the use of ‘as’ has also been written in the poem when the poet mentions:

 

holding

ecstatic twigs,

 

dry as eagle bones.

 

The poet also uses metaphor towards the end of the poem where one thing has been turned into another. It sounds like extended metaphors.

 

the conch shell

of Grandpa has turned into

 

an abode

of termites,

 

and flames

of the wicks in the mouth

 

of the multi-pronged brass

prayer lamps have become

 

tiny piles of ash…

 

Here, goes the complete poem:

Asleep Like

I

Like an aging

Vishnu

  

On his

Soft python bed

 

Like my grey-haired

grandma on

 

her silver

spangled cots,

 

like a Naga

sadhu on

 

the flaming

bed of embers,

 

his dreadlocks

shaking like

 

my father’s

feathery lungs,

 

like a shaman

in ecstasy

 

on a floor

of gleaming nails

 

 his drum

 counting fractured

 

seconds of

my heart’s

 

percussion… 

 

II

 

Like my grandma

asleep

 

on a plump

bubble

 

of a folk song

out of which

 

once

a black bird-like

 

thing

rushed out

 

and came

flying at us.

 

III

 

Yes, I saw it coming

with my own clear eyes,

 

a black blur

that whizzed past me

 

through

the soft airs

 

of my Punjabi

courtyard

 

and plummeted

in her bony chest

 

and right away

I saw her

 

start yelling

 

Oooooooh,

ooooooooO

 

Ram, Ram

haihaihaihaihaihai Seapa,

 

its flame

burning the walls

 

of her throat

and in a second

 

the silence

of the whole courtyard

 

came crashing

like a frantic clamping

 

of her toothless

gums, making

 

women

from the Mohalla

 

gather around

her sparkling cot,

 

all dressed

up in white,

 

and start

beating their plump

 

breasts so hard

my eyes hurt,

 

a white sea

of suffering raging

 

In the long

Dalan hall

 

shaking the

mighty mask

 

of Hanumana

that my wrestler

 

Grandpa

wore in the spring

 

Baisakhi fair

every year…

 

IV

 

That was

the last I saw

 

of Original

Invisible in the air,

 

the shaking

of bones around the serpent shrines

 

heavy iron whips that

went hysteric over the bleeding backs.

 

I can hear

the sound of the whips

 

thrashing the backbones

Maddi, Satya Pal, Rangeela Untouchable

 

Ragunath Pundit, and Lal Badhshaw,

that paralytic Sufi saint in green,

 

saliva dripping

from his twisted mouth

 

a blessing

straight from God,

 

my bones

squeaking to the thorb

 

of hand drums

beaten by the singers

 

standing

in front of the shrine

 

behind us

in semi circle

 

holding

ecstatic twigs,

 

dry as eagle bones.

 

I hissed, lay on the baby

iron whip placed

 

on the cement-plinth

for an hour and then lifted it

 

and heard

it fall with the weight

 

of the whole earth

on my bony back…  

 

   

V

 

That was last I saw

of the solemn silence of the sacred sounds.

 

Now the moss has gathered

over the vermilion mask,

 

a film of dust

has covered ebony black Saligram,

 

its sesame seeds herded away

into the wintry ant cellars in Paatal

 

halos around the Lord’s framed images

dimmed in the laboratories of my travels,

 

the family trident

of Guru Gorakshnath has rusted,

 

the sacred ribbon

wrung around its neck,

 

just a thread

of serpent Takshiknath’s slender body,

 

moth-eaten

smelly and stale

 

Rats have dug

holes into the sheep skin

 

of shiva’s hand drum

and spread virus of gloom,

 

the conch shell

of Grandpa has turned into

 

an abode

of termites,

 

and flames

of the wicks in the mouth

 

of the multi-pronged brass

prayer lamps have become

 

tiny piles of ash…

  

There are

  1. Standard,
  2. Implied,
  3. visual,
  4. extended and
  5. mixed metaphor

 

Standard metaphor can act like common direct comparisons or being something else. “I am a  waterfall” can be an example of a standard metaphor. Visual metaphor can help to form imageries. They need to be well imagined and fit to the particular situation. Metaphors can be tough. It can deride the writing and can deviate a meaning in a poem. Similes are safer to use. Ideas or functions can develop in a poem if these figurative elements are properly used. The meanings of simile and metaphor are not literal, they invite us to think and perceive differently. The meaning is conveyed in a poetic way. It is just an artistic way to say something. Similes and metaphors are rhetorical elements. Implied metaphor uses the expression without directly mentioning the thing compared with. A person can be compared with an animal if one writes “The class teacher howled the warning.” Here, the class teacher is not directly compared with fox, but the word howled makes us imagine fox or animals in the line. Without the use of like or as the comparison has been made. Mixed metaphors are used for humorous effects.

They might sound absurd. It produces a combined effect. For example, “when the time heated he became a cold ice.”

 

Metaphors are also used in Novels and movies apart from poetry. In advertising visual metaphor is used. There is one common example of understanding a visual metaphor. Besides a poster of a sports car if it is written “Ford; a cheetah” we can understand that it is a visual metaphor where the sports car has been compared with the visual imagery of a running cheetah.

 

Now, I would like to cite a poem from “Notes of Silent Times” by Nepali poet Mahesh Paudyal. Let us analyze the use of metaphor in his short poem.

 

Depth | Poem by Mahesh Paudyal

 

You are a mountain, and I salute you

And I—mere water on the ground.

I know you need some height to loom upward

And I, even without any depth

Can absorb the whole of your height

In the form of a reflection.

 

Here, the poet has compared himself with the mere water on the ground. In the beginning, he states that he is mere water on the ground, and in the end, he performs a function; the function of reflecting. The whole stress in the poem lies in the water which is more powerful than the mountain. The metaphor will lead our lines to perform a function as well. If we begin from the metaphor we can find meaning in our poem with its help. A poetic way to look at objects begins from this dissection and strong idea forms in the poem.

 

Similes can also be divided into types, but we care about its function of comparison rather than types. Simile uses like and as and they always stand out in the crowd. Simile can also perform the same function as metaphor, but it is easy to use and can form coherence inlines easily. Similes and metaphors are called figurative languages because they aim to form a figure of representation which is not like the normal use of language. They are rhetorical sets of language which alleviate the height of the poetic diction. Poetry being the highest form of expression uses these kinds of figurative language freely. I suggest you always try to figure out the comparisons, whether in the form of a simile or metaphor.

 

There is one point that should be noted in the case of simile. The point is that similes use attributes along with ‘like’ or ‘as’. The common use of simile is with the use of ‘like’ rather than as and the attribute or quality of a thing compared with is also elaborated with the use of ‘like’. For example, if we say: I weep like the moon, we are using a simile because we are comparing the weeping with the moon. We can make this clearer by adding an attribute to the moon. We can provide quality to our object of description or comparison. We can say: I weep like the cursed moon. Here, cursed is the quality. Simile makes me remember personification. Here, in ‘I weep like the cursed moon’, we are attributing a human quality that has been attributed to the moon indirectly; ‘the moon weeps like me’ can also be said which would form a personification— providing human’s perception to the moon or nature. Personification is also one of the literary elements.

 

I would like to cite my poem from my book “The Poetic Burden and Other Poems.” I will cite one poem for metaphor or direct comparison and one for simile with attribute.

 

City – Poem by Sushant Thapa

In the backdrop of the blue light window

glows the view of the city.

Sweating brows and faces with red light reflect the inner

sheltered caprice of the city.

Light emitted by a moving vehicle in the crossroad meets the

illusioned traveler standing on the roadside.

When the world fatigued by its larger tirings hides its underbelly

in the city

what glows in the aftermath is the city with its dwellers’ notion.

Dwellers are the city.

What stays with them is the city.

What goes with them is the city.

Like a bus en route inside the city,

what moves is the world inside the city.

When dwellers look out from the backdrop of a moving bus,  

they see their inward self,

and when they look inward they reflect their outward self.

Every city lives the world in it.

 

In this poem, dwellers are compared with the city. This is a metaphor or direct comparison without the use of ‘like’ or ‘as’. The line “Dwellers are the city” is the use of the metaphor where dwellers are compared with the city. In this poem, there is also a simile, but the attribute has not been used. “Like a bus en route inside the city” is the simile.

 

I would like to cite my poem “The Recurring Dream” for the attribute used in simile. There is a line that reads: Like an exceptional humming of a bird at midnight/ The hour that strikes me is joyful.

 

The humming of a bird has a quality of the art. ‘Exceptional’ is an attribute or quality described to humming. What kind of humming? The answer is ‘exceptional’ humming which is also a simile.

 

The Recurring Dream

Simply I lie

With the ease at dusk, the late dusk

Falling from the wide pink sky

I can talk about the morning, at night

Before the sun rises

Like an exceptional humming of a bird at midnight

The hour that strikes me is joyful

I have nowhere to go

Wandering I am in my thoughts

Pondering I am with that image in my head, suddenly

Looming and forming a brown boat lonely and wet;

In the vastness of the dark river

In my recurring dream

I see a sailor rowing a boat at night in the dark river

But I dream the dream in half,

Halfway the sailor sails the boat and I wake up and

Lose the dream

Perhaps I will complete the dream in my reality and

Will cross the river of life.

 

Read More From Sushant Thapa:

 

The Wandering Child | Sushant Thapa

 

Abstraction | Poetry by Sushant Thapa

 

 

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