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The mood of both poems overall is very reflective and somber, as the speaker is remembering the times he and his lost love had. The lovers from "Piano" had a deep love and respect for each other, but that time is now over, so the man is drowning his sorrows in alcohol in hopes that he will find a new love.

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Both poems discuss songs and the sweet sound of youth and the precious memories it holds.

"Piano" rhymes, allowing for the flow of the poem, showing the reader has coherent thoughts. "My Grandmother's Love Letters" does not rhyme, but still has coherent thoughts.

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Reminiscing about the past/nostalgia- Both poems are looking at the past of two different people.

The power of memory- Both poems have memories from both people's childhood, showing that the memories stay with people forever.

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"Piano" is alluding to the speaker and his desire to drown his sorrows in alcohol. This pain and sense of self-abuse was brought on by the fact that his lover has left him and he is in despair. "My Grandmother's Love Letters" is an allegory to paying the rightful tribute to those who came before you. While they may not be with you anymore, their legacy will be with you forever, as well as the memoirs they left for you.

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An example of enjambment in "Piano is "Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see/
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling/strings." An example of enjambment in "My Grandmother's Love Letters"  is "Yet how much room for memory there is

In the loose girdle of soft rain." These are examples of enjambment because they are lines that run into another line of both poems.

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The phrase "in the boom of the tingling/ strings" (lines 3-4) is a sound device. "Old keys that are but echos:/Is the silence strong enough" (lines 17-18) from "My Grandmother's Love Letters" is also an example of a sound device.

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The phrase "tingling strings" from lines 3 and 4 of "Piano" personify the piano strings that tingle just as a person would at the sound of a triggering noise. In "My Grandmother's Love Letters," the rain is personified to have a sound of "gently pitying laughter" as it is represented by the grandmother looking down on her grandson.

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My Grandmother's Love Letters by Hart Crane

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My Grandmother's Love Letters by Hart Crane

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There are no stars tonight

But those of memory.

Yet how much room for memory there is

In the loose girdle of soft rain.

There is even room enough

For the letters of my mother’s mother,

Elizabeth,

That have been pressed so long

Into a corner of the roof

That they are brown and soft,

And liable to melt as snow.

Over the greatness of such space

Steps must be gentle.

It is all hung by an invisible white hair.

It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.

And I ask myself:

“Are your fingers long enough to play

Old keys that are but echoes:

Is the silence strong enough

To carry back the music to its source

And back to you again

As though to her?”

Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand

Through much of what she would not understand;

And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof

With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

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Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child the past.