Week #4 – WRT323 – Poetry Analisis
Order Description
POETRY assignment is due Monday, February 2, Groundhog Day.
Please read this link:
http://www.irsc.edu/uploadedFiles/Students/AcademicSupportCenter/WritingLab/L4-Analyizing-a-Poem.pdf
This will tell you how to analyze a poem.
This is a useful link if you need any help identifying poetry terms:
http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0903237.html
Then choose one of the three poems from below and submit a 5 paragraph poetry analysis.
You can share on the discussion board and/or put it in the drop-box file under Poetry Analysis.
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Poem to be analyzed and written about;
“Women in Love”
by Jacqueline Treiber
How do women look when they’re in love?
Like me? Do they look like me?
Can I assume you know what this looks like?
Do they switch to all cursive when writing letters
like, “this is me, in romance”
Do they count on mystery to become detectives?
Do they want to find out so soon?
Do they ever want to leave the room, the state, the other person?
No, they do not. I can certify this statement
with a handwritten letter (in cursive) to whoever
is asking (me) and I will answer the many
questions put forth–
-she looks like a glad house in the rain
-she looks like her veins grew in the sky
-Yes, she looks like me. Yes they all look like me.
I think you know what this looks like–you’re
smart–let yourself confirm your own suspicions
-We/I am writing this poem in cursive–to become
sans serif, to become quiet binary read by others
who type with both hands, or think cursive
is part of some archaic language that
once expressed the type of love knights and
flappers felt, that made them say in history:
“this is me, in romance”
-They count on the mysteries in love–there is, in fact, a
lighthouse stationed on its (love’s) cliffs and it
illuminates everything–but we/they still hunt
as if gathering clams in a long nautical night (were enough)
-They/we/I do not want to know so soon–
we want the fire to keep licking the inside of our
eyelids until “knowing” becomes quite worthless.
–Jacqueline Treiber
