Friday, February 6, 2015

In Muriel Rukeyser's "Looking at Each Other", please explain what this poem means.


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This poem is
notable for its strong expression of intimacy. It clearly describes sexual experiences,
but does so impressionistically and psychologically, not graphically. There are two
possibilities about the listener of this poem, whom the speaker is talking to. The first
and more likely listener is the speaker’s partner or lover. The second is a close friend
or confidante. In either case, the speaker assumes a closeness and confidentiality that
excludes any casual listener. The poem is dominated by the device of anaphora; that is,
deliberate repetition for rhetorical effect. The obvious repetitions are the words
“Yes,
we,” with slight variations, and then there is a repetition of “each
other” and “together.” In addition, the sentence structures are also repeated
throughout. One can hardly imagine a more thoroughgoing use of the rhetorical device of
anaphora. If repetition is inadvertent it is awkward and it detracts from the ideas
being expressed. In “Looking at Each Other,” however, the repetition lends considerable
weight to the emotional ties the speaker is describing.







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