Wit
I was introduced to John Donne in high school and ever since, he has become my favourite poet. I want to share this poem with you because it has always spoken to me.A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
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 of our love.Moving of th'earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though great far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those thing 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 the be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th'other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
and grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt though be to me, who must
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circles just,
And makes me end, where I begun.
posted by Joyce @ 7:33 AM
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