English(Poetry)急!!!15點

The Sun is Burning Gases(Loss of a Good Friend)
by Cathleen McFarland

I was young when
17 was a number
too high to count.
The sun was the miracle
spinning sorcerer
that melted my crayons
into bright waz rivers.
A golden-skinned princess lived there
nightly in my mind,
when stars and moon
where marginal connect-the-dots,
different every time--
beyond the realms of man.
Now I'm 17
and even infinity is
a place I cen define.
Man has touched the moon--
now stretching to the stars.
I know the sun is burning gases.
My princess long since turned to ashes.


1. In your own words, paraphrase these lines:
"The sun was the miracle
spinning sorcerer
that melted my crayons
into bright wax rivers."

2. What has the narrator learned about growing up?

3. Identify and explain metaphors from the poem.

4. What is the theme or message of this poem?


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