This poem explores the themes of love and separation between two souls that are interconnected. The speaker describes their love as being "refined" to the point that they don't feel the need for physical intimacy, and views their souls as two parts of one whole. Even when separated, their souls remain connected, with one leaning and listening for the other. The speaker finds comfort knowing that their love will bring them back together again in the end.
This poem explores the themes of love and separation between two souls that are interconnected. The speaker describes their love as being "refined" to the point that they don't feel the need for physical intimacy, and views their souls as two parts of one whole. Even when separated, their souls remain connected, with one leaning and listening for the other. The speaker finds comfort knowing that their love will bring them back together again in the end.
This poem explores the themes of love and separation between two souls that are interconnected. The speaker describes their love as being "refined" to the point that they don't feel the need for physical intimacy, and views their souls as two parts of one whole. Even when separated, their souls remain connected, with one leaning and listening for the other. The speaker finds comfort knowing that their love will bring them back together again in the end.
And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10 But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15 The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assurèd of the mind, Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fix'd 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, 30 It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35 And makes me end where I begun. Holy Sonnet 19 by John Donne
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vows, and in devotion. As humorous is my contrition As my profane love, and as soon forgot: As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot, As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today In prayers and flattering speeches I court God: Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod. So my devout fits come and go away Like a fantastic ague; save that here Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.
Holy Sonnet 10.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.