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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metaphors, Similes and stuff - Pooh Bear Explains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christopher Robin and Pooh walked slowly down the path in the woods, treading on the occasional crackly twig.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'CR...' said Pooh, 'What's a Poeh Tree? Is it the same as a Poem, or a hum? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well, Pooh, the very very best Poeh Tree in the world is your own: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Isn't it funny<br>how bears like hunny? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's what I call rum-ti-tum-itry. Everyone likes rum-ti-tum-itry. Even grown-ups. Rum-ti-tum-itry is friendly. Rum-ti-tum-itry is like two friends walking together. Like you and me, Pooh. Which makes you the very best rum-ti-tum-iter in the world...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's tum as in...? ' asked the Very Stout Bear, cautiously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As in a Hum' said Christopher Robin. 'But then there's other things in Poetry such as Truth, and Other People Reading It And Nodding. And Similes. And Metaphors. There's a lot in Poetry.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What's a Simile, CR? ' asked Pooh. It sounded like what bees said just before they landed on something, like a hunny jar, or Pooh's nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's when you say something is like something else, to help people imagine it.' said CR.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pooh had a Think. A Pondery sort of Think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Like perhaps - 'happiness is like hunny'? ' asked Pooh tentatively. He suddenly felt very five-to-four-ish at this Thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's exactly it, Pooh' said Christopher Robin happily. 'Or even sometimes the other way around! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pooh felt warm inside - almost like after eating honey - knowing now that a Simile wasn't a threat any more. 'What's a Metaphor, CR? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's rather more difficult, Pooh. It's when you say something is something else, and people know what you mean somehow, and say 'Aha! ' and nod their heads...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pooh had a longer, Pondery sort of Think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Like... teatime means honey? ' he offered hesitantly. Though he knew this was Truth and Other People Nodding, anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Something like that' said Christopher Robin. 'And then...' he said carefully, in case it was a bit too much for Beloved Bear for one day, but wanting to tell him all the same, 'there's the Extended Metaphor - which I think you might like, Pooh...' (he said hastily In Case) - 'like in a poem by Rupert Brooke, where he says 'Is there hunny still for tea? ' but what he really means is, he's a long way from home and can't get back in time for tea, and feels rather sorry about it...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I see...' said Pooh, thoughtfully - like people do who Don't Quite, but like to be polite...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pooh decided there and then that the Poeh Tree was worth finding, now that he knew three things about it or was it four? It called for an Expedishun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Can you talk Poeh Tree, CR? Is it like what we are talking now? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I think that's called a Prose Poem, Pooh' said Christopher Robin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">    *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was getting near to what Metaphoric Poets like Edward Bear call Time for a Little Something. Christopher Robin and Pooh turned and walked back slowly, the silence broken now and then by a crackly twig just waiting to be trodden on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pooh held Christopher's hand tight, as he was doing a lot of Poetic Thinking. He was wondering how anyone could be so far away from home that they couldn't get back home for tea. And worse, not knowing whether there was hunny in the cupboard or not...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then he had a little five-to-fourish Hum, when he remembered that there was indeed hunny still for tea...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rupert Brooke at ten to three<br>knew he wouldn't get home for tea; <br>but now it's nearly five to four; <br>time for tea and Something More.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetic Bears, you see, know all about Metaphor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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