Midnight (by Sara Holbrook) When it’s Sunday and it’s midnight, the weekend put back in its chest, the toys of recreation, party times and needed rest. When I lie in wait for Monday to grab me by the ear, throw me at the shower, off to school and when I hear the train at midnight from so many miles away . . . when it’s Sunday . . . and it’s midnight . . . the train in passing brays and boasts it’s steel-track-straight, on schedule, arrival times to keep. And I meander to its rhythm, flopping like a fish. Why can’t I get to sleep? Why can’t I get to sleep?

How are the train and the speaker similar?

Which line from the poem best expresses the speaker’s sense of dread?

Midnight (by Sara Holbrook) When it’s Sunday and it’s midnight, the weekend put back in its chest, the toys of recreation, party times and needed rest. When I lie in wait for Monday to grab me by the ear, throw me at the shower, off to school and when I hear the train at midnight from so many miles away . . . when it’s Sunday . . . and it’s midnight . . . the train in passing brays and boasts it’s steel-track-straight, on schedule, arrival times to keep. And I meander to its rhythm, flopping like a fish. Why can’t I get to sleep? Why can’t I get to sleep?

The metaphor in the first stanza is used to emphasize that the —

Midnight (by Sara Holbrook) When it’s Sunday and it’s midnight, the weekend put back in its chest, the toys of recreation, party times and needed rest. When I lie in wait for Monday to grab me by the ear, throw me at the shower, off to school and when I hear the train at midnight from so many miles away . . . when it’s Sunday . . . and it’s midnight . . . the train in passing brays and boasts it’s steel-track-straight, on schedule, arrival times to keep. And I meander to its rhythm, flopping like a fish. Why can’t I get to sleep? Why can’t I get to sleep?

The poet uses a simile in lines 23 and 24 to reveal that the speaker —

Dividing the poem into two stanzas allows the poet to —

The train is important to the poem because it represents —

Midnight (by Sara Holbrook) When it’s Sunday and it’s midnight, the weekend put back in its chest, the toys of recreation, party times and needed rest. When I lie in wait for Monday to grab me by the ear, throw me at the shower, off to school and when I hear the train at midnight from so many miles away . . . when it’s Sunday . . . and it’s midnight . . . the train in passing brays and boasts it’s steel-track-straight, on schedule, arrival times to keep. And I meander to its rhythm, flopping like a fish. Why can’t I get to sleep? Why can’t I get to sleep?

The poet likely intends for the last two lines to express the speaker’s —