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Buffy has certain difficulties with this metaphor stuff.

The yellow fog that rubs its back along the window-panes.

How are you supposed to tell? Poetifying pollution one thing; freaky mystical sentient weather? So a different story.

A waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover.

Problematic. Lover probably actual demon; haunting maybe figurative? The moon being kind of barren as ghostly getaways go.

Then again, some poetry is pretty straightforward.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed

So much for that paper due tomorrow; it's time to go stem the tide again.

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1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot
2. Kubla Khan, by Samuel Coleridge
3. The Second Coming, by W.B. Yeats