Thursday, January 2, 2020
Analysis Of Pat Mora s Fences - 942 Words
Pat Moraââ¬â¢s ââ¬Å"Fencesâ⬠deals with the timely issues of class division and privilege. She begins her poem on a positive note, saying ââ¬Å"Mouths full of laughter,â⬠which creates a safe and harmless tone; in the next line, Mora uses the Spanish word ââ¬Ëturistasââ¬â¢ (tourist in English) to indicate possibly the ethnicity of the speaker. It is not until the last few lines of the poem, however, when the reader can also detect the class and likely status of the speaker, when the speakerââ¬â¢s mother says, ââ¬Å"Itââ¬â¢s their beach,â⬠after seeing the speakerââ¬â¢s younger sister running across the sand where the affluent tourists are, thus opening the door for a Marxist reading of the poem. And at only 19 lines, ââ¬Å"Fencesâ⬠is a relatively short poem, but Moraââ¬â¢s use ofâ⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦The next six lines (or next sentence) deepens the class divide between the speaker and the ââ¬Ëturistas.ââ¬â¢ First, the spe aker sees the women rub oil onto themselves, that is ââ¬Å"sweeter than honey,â⬠and the children being playful, sipping on drinks with ââ¬Å"long straws, coconut white, mango yellow.â⬠The scented oil and colorful drinks (ââ¬Ëmaterial possessionsââ¬â¢ in Marxist terms) demonstrate the privilege that the tourists have in comparison to what the speaker and her family have (or, more likely, do not have), for the latter would likely have regular plastic straws to basic drinks. Also, it is worth noting that the speaker does not even have a clear view of the tourists enjoying their vacation--she has to ââ¬Å"peekâ⬠through the cactus fence, which is essentially a border between the two classes. The final six lines of the poem explicitly show the class division between the speaker and the tourists. When the speaker states that, ââ¬Å"Once my little sister / ran barefoot across the hot sand / for a tasteâ⬠(13-16), she ends on a period, almost hoping that her sister would be able to run across to the other side where the rich tourists and playful children are, to feel what it is like, to be equal to them. If the poem had ended here, it would be difficult to make a full
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