Thursday, April 26, 2007

"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning," by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No,"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we, by a love so much refined
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do;

And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.


More of my favorite Donne:
"The Good-Morrow"
"Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God"
"To His Mistress Going to Bed"
"Go, and Catch A Falling Star"

5 comments:

  1. One of my favorite poems...thanks for posting!

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  2. And one of my absolutely favorite poets. Thanks for the bonus links...

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  3. Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!

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  4. This poem is the reason I'm an English major. It, and Wishbone (say what you will).

    You can get it as a desktop background, along with other Donne works, at www.luminarium.org

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