Donne Poems - Poems about Donne

My doubts are grave can I write verse? That will withstand test of endless time Hesitant my thoughts scan universe Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme? Often departed poets cross my mind Poe with his Raven and Donne with his flea In Literature cannon, they are enshrined Myself I feel they were written for me. To those giddy heights, I do...

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John Donne, English poet innovator and scholar finished life wearing a clerical collar. Most famous for sermons and love poetry, a wife and twelve children also had he....

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emagi=reverse ekphrasis                 |       \                   /  ______________________...

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English cleric one John Donne oneday his poetics had just begun A master of verse so erotic so divine & metaphysique...

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Donna, donna, oh dolce donna Il mio amore, la mia culla, il mio inizio Nel mio quaderno quotidiano Ogni giorno è il tuo giorno Sei la mia anima, il mio pilastro Ti amo ogni giorno E ti amo, amore mio. Donna, mia cara, mia bellezza Mi stupisci tutto il giorno Tu occupi il centro della mia vita Sei la mia principessa, amica mia Sei la mia...

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Go and stretch a puppy's tail, Get with rice a manioc root, Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil, Or to who he gave her leather boot, Teach me to hear coyote’s singing, Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging, ...

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You are told there is no pandemic. You are told it’s all a hoax. You are told it’s a deep state conspiracy. Three thousand deaths here, three thousand deaths there, pretty soon you’re talking about real people. And then you learn it will end in...

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When ,she and I become we True love for us,may not be- 'til I love her,who loves me This Shakespeare style triplet was inspired by John Donne's phrase in 'Love's Deitie'...

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When ,she and I become we True love for us,may not be- 'til I love her,who loves me...

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Between Man And God, A Cavernous Rift Hath Grown, Tribute: To John Donne Between Man and God, a cavernous rift hath grown Fed by fleshy desires and seeds by devils sown Rotten fruits of which were spread across hill and dell Consumed on earth, gifting dark passage into hell. Mankind in blindness hath fallen beyond true sight Wayfarer lost into...

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A METAPHYSICAL MUSE What thou lovest in her face is colour,if her face be painted on a board or wall, thou wilt love it.She speaks,smiles and kisses much. Because it is painted do you not behold with pleasure her painted face? Love her who shows her love to thee, in this smile , lovely to thee,all her love forever be,if her face forever,...

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If no man is truly an island, does that mean we are all linked by bridges of hope, or causeways of despair? Are we just flecks of dust on this world-- or is each soul a universe in the next?...

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Dark clouds: emptiness abides. White clouds: emptiness abides. See yourself through these windows of the world. What are you waiting for? Remember, we stopped using 'for whom' years ago. Yet, John Donne still rings true. Just ask. "Yes, I say. Just simply ask to toll the bell, for the bell is you, ringing, ringing...

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