I was surprised by how much I enjoyed Sor Juana's poetry. In a way I find it much more clear than her letters. It is ironic because generally poetry is viewed as being a more difficult style of writing to interpret, but I found hers to be very articulate and almost blunt.
In Poem 145 she explains the satirical tone in her letters to the bishop. Sor Juana is brilliant and her writing reflects this. She is very much aware of her intelligence but also of her cleverness and points this out to the reader in her poem. Yet it does not come across as self praise. It also does not read as a simple statement of facts. It is almost as if she is critiquing another writers work and praising it justly. She refers to the letters as “a painted snare exhibiting the subtleties of art with clever arguments of tone and hue-” which is completely accurate. She could not word it better, explaining that she uses flattery as a way to “overlook the horrors of the years”. When reading her letters, one is not depressed at the thought of how women have been and are oppressed though this is part of what she addresses. She writes of these things with such sharp wit that though they are in fact depressing, the reader is enthused by her intellect into feeling hopeful for the fate of women.
I was especially moved by Poem 174 in which she addresses the subject of jealousy. I have never read anything which so succinctly describes the effect of such intangible forces as Fate and Love. The idea that love is not eternal is key. That what pleasure we gain from these experiences are not to be expected to last forever. That to attempt to hold onto such gifts is “abuse”. The idea is that we must enjoy them as they come, and allow them to go when it is time. Often the best experiences are short lived and it is the memory of them which drives us forward to further attempts. The difference between ownership and use is very important. The concept of ownership is what leads to jealousy, a useless emotion. Jealousy is base and petty and shows insecurity rather than love. In the last verse I misread the first line “Your ignorance or your error I accuse” as “Your ignorance OF your error I accuse” which I think also works in the context of the poem. Alcino must recognize the error of his jealousy as making the mistake of attempting to gain “ownership” of love.