The white streets
Light and colour imagery; Highlights how overwhelming positive the speaker’s memories are of her city
I have no passport, there’s no way back at all
Mysterious language; this suggests the speaker could be in exile
My city
The use of the possessive pronoun conveys the speaker’s deep admiration for, and pride in, her city
It may be sick with tyrants…
Personification of the city; emphasises the strength of her dislike for the people currently controlling the city
The bright filled paperweight
Metaphor; this metaphor suggests the strength and solidity of the speakers positive memories
I comb its hair and love its shining eyes
Personification of the city, the quite intensifies the sense of the speakers love and affection towards the city. It’s also a childish image, conjuring up the images of innocent and purity