Whichever way the wind blows The fall with the flowers Ever so…
Question Answered step-by-step Whichever way the wind blows The fall with the flowers Ever so… Whichever way the wind blowsThe fall with the flowersEver so gently, shaken down from twigs.They fall on summer streetWhere they are trapped in tire rutsAnd become brown paste,Spoiling the blackness of tar.Others fall with the flowersOn the leaf-matted lawnWhere chickens feed all day.Others on the roof of an old houseWhose dark corners finally become a refuge.Through nooks and crannies they crawlTheir way into the dark rooms,Eliciting shrieks from the virginsWho in fright ambush themWith broom, fire or candle wax.The few survivors go on their way,Finding their niches in empty cansBehind boxes and uncovered glasses.They grow wings in the darkAnd vindicate their precarious trekWith a rattle against the lampshade.In a night or two they die,But they must die in a wayProper to their importance as survivors:Their mottled wings outspreadIn a beautiful fall.Question: – what were the four ways of dying of the moths here? Cite and explain. Thanks! Arts & Humanities Writing Creative Writing ENGLISH WORLD LITE Share QuestionEmailCopy link Comments (0)
