"She went on very long in this way, saying her prayers, flinging tearful glances over those lands, clad with sunshine, as if it were a tissue of gold, where the rye, in its growing luxuriance, waved its rusty-red drooping ears; where the darker barley-patches stood shining in the light, glossy and shimmering; where the bright green oats, thickly sprinkled with yellow-flowering weeds, stirred and quivered in the parching heat; where over the blossoming clover that lay spread out on the hill-slope, like a blood-red kerchief, a great bird was hovering, balanced on its outstretched wings and where the broad beans stood, with their thousands of snowy flowers, keeping watch and ward over the young potato-plants, and a few plots of flax in the hollows gleamed blue with delicate flowers--childlike eyes that seemed blinking the the glare."
Reymond was a genius in the use of similes. Look in this passage at these lyrical analogies:
"clad with sunshine, as if it were a tissue of gold."
"where the blossoming clover...like a blood-red kerchief."
"a few plots of flax...gleamed blue with delicate flowers--childlike eyes that seemed blinking in the glare."
Later in the same work:
"the sky looked like a sheet of rusted iron."
"The short summer night was soon over, as if hurrying to depart before the first cock-crow. One after another, all the tapers went out except the largest, which still bent up its long waving flame, like a blade of gold."
Never read any more evocative use of similes. A true literary genius, Wladyslaw Reymont won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1924.
Reymond was a genius in the use of similes. Look in this passage at these lyrical analogies:
"clad with sunshine, as if it were a tissue of gold."
"where the blossoming clover...like a blood-red kerchief."
"a few plots of flax...gleamed blue with delicate flowers--childlike eyes that seemed blinking in the glare."
Later in the same work:
"the sky looked like a sheet of rusted iron."
"The short summer night was soon over, as if hurrying to depart before the first cock-crow. One after another, all the tapers went out except the largest, which still bent up its long waving flame, like a blade of gold."
Never read any more evocative use of similes. A true literary genius, Wladyslaw Reymont won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1924.
