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Figurative language in Home of the Brave, His eyes are wise and calm Pg 8 …
Figurative language in Home of the Brave
Idium
The dont-move-belt pulls back pg12
Kek finds sun when the sky is dark pg 27
I feel the holes where my mother my father my brother should be pg 39
Have you lost your ears my stubborn brother. pg 37
I laughed until my eyes rained pg 37
So many people, but they still cannot fill the holes in the room pg 42
You come here to make a new life but the old life is still haunting you. Pg 44
Personification
His car is red and coughs and burps. pg 6
Yet to see her here in this strange land makes my eyes glad. pg 13
Its window eyes weep yellow light. pg 17
How can I trust a place where even the ground play tricks. pg 18
Ganwar's eyes say I'm telling a lie or maybe a joke.Pg 124
The icy air kicks at my chest pg 58
Metaphor
His laughter makes little clouds Pg 5
He isn't tall like my father was and there is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain. Pg 6
A man comes in young and short with skin the color of rich earth pg 68
I would give all the beds in all the great world to feel the sharp thorn of Lual's scolding once again. pg 38
I stand still in the stream of students . Pg 77
Her fingernails are shiny red the color of blood Pg 53
I have the eyelashes of a girl. Pg 34
They call America heaven on Earth. Pg 25
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Simile
No, this cold is like claws pn my skin pg3
My arms stick out of the coat like lonely trees pg4
We are like a cow and a goat. pg7
I carry with me everywhere Blue ans yellow torn at the edges the size of my hand soft as new grass after good rain. pg 9
We stop at a light hung high in the air red and round like a baby sun. pg9
still ganwar grasps my hand we are like two calves in the clouds pretending to know how to fly. pg20
the night the earth opened up like a black pit. pg 21
She isn't like my mother whose laughter is like bubbling water from a deep spring. pg 22
I've known that feeling like a soft blanket on a night when the wind howls pg 28
His voice was deep like a storm but gentle like the rain ending pg 29
His eyes are wise and calm Pg 8