To Tell: To Show:
She dresses sloppily She wears her clothes as if they were
thrown on her with a pitchfork
(Jonathan Swift)
The sea is rough. A sea
Harsher than granite.
(Ezra Pound)
I saw the harvest moon And saw the ruddy moon
come up. lean over a hedge
like a red-faced farmer.
(T.E. Hulme)
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