Question

Here are three metaphors from "Birches" by Robert frost. Change them into similes.

As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. not one was left For him to conquer.

Answer 1

1) Is already a simile.

2) Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. Needs to be; Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells like Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away as You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

3) not one was left For him to conquer. Needs to be;as not one was left For him to conquer.

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