John Donne
John Donne is today known as the leading poet in the field
of meta physical poetry, his poetic style is famous for containing some
interpretations of scientific theories and instruments of that period
sweetest love i do not go
Sweetest
love, I do not go,
For
weariness of thee,
Nor in
hope the world can show
A
fitter love for me;
But
since that I
Must
die at last, 'tis best
To use
myself in jest
Thus
by feign'd deaths to die.
John Donne composed this poem
when he due to travel was going to be separated from his wife for a short time
here he says to his wife that he is not going away from his wife because he has
become tired of her as he cannot hope for a better life partner in whole world
better than her he further says that in this world everyone must separate at
last due to death and hence we must use this separation from each other to
prepare for that final separation
Yesternight
the sun went hence,
And
yet is here today;
He
hath no desire nor sense,
Nor
half so short a way:
Then
fear not me,
But
believe that I shall make
Speedier
journeys, since I take
More
wings and spurs than he.
Donne here says to
his wife that each day sun travels a long distance and yet return next morning
to same place, sun unlike him has no desire or reason to return and his path is
also very long, so if he can make such fast journey then he will make even a faster
journey then him as he has more desires and feelings for her
O how
feeble is man's power,
That
if good fortune fall,
Cannot
add another hour,
Nor a
lost hour recall!
But
come bad chance,
And we
join to'it our strength,
And we
teach it art and length,
Itself
o'er us to'advance.
Donne here says that a man’s
power is very limited as he cannot add more time during happiness nor can he recall
lost time if bad time comes, only thing
we can do is to join our strengths so that we can advance
When
thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
But
sigh'st my soul away;
When
thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My
life's blood doth decay.
It
cannot be
That
thou lov'st me, as thou say'st,
If in
thine my life thou waste,
That
art the best of me.
Donne says to his wife
that she sould not cry during his departure because when she sighs he feels as
if his own soul is sighing away, when she weeps the blood in his veins start to
decay, donne here says that she if she
loves him as she says then she should know by wasting her life in torment she
is also wasting his as she is part of him
Let
not thy divining heart
Forethink
me any ill;
Destiny
may take thy part,
And
may thy fears fulfil;
But
think that we
Are
but turn'd aside to sleep;
They
who one another keep
Alive,
ne'er parted be.
Donne here says that do not let your heart fore
think anything bad because sometimes destiny take action just by thinking and
ones fears becomes true, you must think this separation as both of us turned
aside on bed with our backs toward each other, we are those who keep each other
alive and can’t be separated.
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