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प्रश्न
What does the poet mean by ‘bleeding bark’?
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उत्तर
By bleeding bark, the poet means that the bark bleeds when it is cut with a knife.
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I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
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I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Identify the figure of speech in the title of the poem.
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