Question

I know so well this turfy mile, These clumps of sea-pink withered brown, The breezy cliff, the awkward stile, The sandy path that takes me down. To crackling layers of broken slate Where black and flat sea-woodlice crawl And isolated rock pools wait Wash from the highest tides of all. I know the roughly blasted track That skirts a small and smelly bay And over squelching bladderwrack Leads to the beach at Greenaway. Down on the shingle safe at last I hear the slowly dragging roar As mighty rollers mount to cast Small coal and seaweed on the shore, And spurting far as it can reach The shooting surf comes hissing round To heave a line along the beach Of cowries waiting to be found. Tide after tide by night and day The breakers battle with the land And rounded smooth along the bay The faithful rocks protecting stand. But in a dream the other night I saw this coastline from the sea And felt the breakers plunging white Their weight of waters over me. There were the stile, the turf, the shore, The safety line of shingle beach With every stroke I struck the more The backwash sucked me out of reach. Back into what a water-world Of waving weed and waiting claws? Of writhing tentacles uncurled To drag me to what dreadful jaws? Make note of the unfamiliar words and phrases and identify their meanings. Make a list of the figures of speech present in the poem, and explain their meanings.

Answer 1

Answer:

omg I can't understand it

Explanation:

so sorry