30 John Donne: Focused Selections

“Portrait of the English poet and cleric John Donne” by an unknown artist, c. 1592. Wikimedia Commons.

Introduction

by Brandon Harrison

 

John Donne (1572-1631) was an English writer and is seen as a major figure amongst the “Metaphysical poets” a group of 17th-century writers whose works are notable for their use of conceits–extended metaphoric comparisons that are strikingly clever. In addition to poetry, he also wrote love lyrics, erotic verses, essays, sermons, and satires. Donne’s work is notable for its emotional and intense tone and its subject matter: faith, human and divine love, and the possibility of salvation.

 

Biography

Donne was born in London in 1572 to a recusant Catholic family at a time when the practice of that religion was illegal in England. When he was just four years old, his father died, leaving Elizabeth Donne (nee Heywood) to raise John and his five siblings on her own. He was educated privately, then from 11-14 at Hart Hall (now Hertford College, Oxford), and 15-18 at the University of Cambridge. He received no degrees, however, because of his Catholic faith (and refusal to take the Oath of Supremacy).

During and after his education, Donne spent much of his considerable inheritance on women, literature, pastimes and travel. He fought alongside Sir Walter Raleigh at the battle of Cadiz and traveled across Europe, living for years in Italy and Spain, presumably with an eye toward a diplomatic career. He was appointed chief secretary to the Lord Keeper of the Great Seal, Thomas Egerton, and lived close to the Palace of Whitehall, then the most influential social center in England (“John Donne”). On Christmas Eve, 1601, Donne secretly married Egerton’s niece, Anne More. This effectively ended his career and, for a time, he was imprisoned. It would take eight more years before he was reconciled to his wife’s family. Anne gave birth to 12 children in 16 years of marriage, (including two stillbirths); indeed, she spent most of her married life either pregnant or nursing. She died five days after giving birth to their twelfth child (who was stillborn); Donne mourned her deeply, and wrote of his love and loss in his 17th Holy Sonnet.

Around this time, Donne converted to Anglicanism and resurrected his career, serving as a member of parliament and, by 1621, was appointed Dean of St. Paul’s a leading and well-paid position in the Church of England, which he held until his death in 1631.

 

Writings

Donne’s earliest poems showed a developed knowledge of English society coupled with sharp criticism of its problems. His satires dealt with common Elizabethan topics, such as corruption in the legal system, mediocre poets, and pompous courtiers (“John Donne” Wikipedia). His images of sickness, vomit, manure, and plague reflected his strongly satiric view of a society populated by fools and knaves. Donne’s early career was also notable for his erotic poetry, especially his elegies, in which he employed unconventional metaphors, such as a flea biting two lovers being compared to sex (Ibid). Donne did not publish these poems, although they circulated widely in manuscript form.

Some have speculated that Donne’s numerous illnesses, financial strain, and the deaths of his friends all contributed to the development of a more sombre and pious tone in his later poems. The change can be clearly seen in “An Anatomy of the World” (1611), a poem that Donne wrote in memory of Elizabeth Drury, daughter of his patron, Sir Robert Drury of Hawstead, Suffolk. This poem treats Elizabeth’s demise with extreme gloominess, using it as a symbol for the Fall of Man and the destruction of the universe. Towards the end of his life Donne wrote works that challenged death, and the fear that it inspired in many men, on the grounds of his belief that those who die are sent to Heaven to live eternally. One example of this challenge is his Holy Sonnet X, “Death Be Not Proud”.

 

His Rediscovery

Though Donne’s writing was beloved by a small circle of admirers and he was mainly known as a writer, in later years, he gained local fame as a preacher. Donne’s work was still loved for around thirty years after his death, but it then plunged into obscurity, only to be “rediscovered” in the 20th century (“John Donne” Wikipedia). His work remained primarily unnoticed until the year 1919 when a growing band of avant-garde readers and writers who picked up his work in the late 1800’s started to showcase his poetry (“John Donne” Poetry Foundation). Even though Donne’s poems were written well over four hundred years ago, one main reason that it appeals to contemporary readers is because of the way they speak directly and urgently to us.

 


Works Cited

“Holy Sonnets.” Encyclopedia Britannica. 26 Aug. 2019, www.britannica.com/topic/Holy-Sonnets Accessed March 26, 2020.

“John Donne.” Poetry Foundation, n.d. www.poestryfoundation.org/poets/john-donne Accessed March 28, 2020.

“John Donne’s Holy Sonnets by John Donne.” Enotes.com, n.d. www.enotes.com/topics/john-donne-holy-sonnets Accessed March 28, 2020.

Discussion Questions

  1. What is Donne’s essential argument in “The Flea”? Who is it addressed to? Is it convincing?
  2. “The Good-Morrow” is a love poem that contains many metaphoric comparisons. What are these? Which is the most striking?
  3. How does Donne use repetition, personification, and/or irony in “The Sun Rising”?
  4. What stage of love does Donne describe in “Break of Day”? How do we know?
  5. “A Valediction of Weeping” is said to be a quintessentially “metaphisical” poem. What does this mean? And what examples from the text do we have to support this interpretation?
  6. What do the views of God and faith presented here in the Holy Sonnets tell us about religion in the Jacobean period?
  7. What do you understand about Donne’s personal faith from these poems? What are his essential struggles?

Further Resources

  • A podcast on the “Metaphysical Poets” from BBC’s In our Time series
  • Luminarium’s extensive webpage devoted to John Donne – including biography, famous quotations, a compilation of essays about his work, and many other resources
  • A 2013 New Yorker article on “John Donne’s Erotica”


Reading: From Songs and Sonnets

 

THE FLEA.

MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck’d me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know’st that this cannot be said                                        5
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper’d swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,                                           10
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we’re met,
And cloister’d in these living walls of jet.                                   15
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?                                     20
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck’d from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thou
Find’st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
‘Tis true ; then learn how false fears be;                                    25
Just so much honour, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.

 

SONG.

GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be’st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,

Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

 

THE SUN RISING.

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, “All here in one bed lay.”

She’s all states, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus ;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

THE BAIT.

COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.

There will the river whisp’ring run
Warm’d by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
And there th’ enamour’d fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be’st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark’nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes.

For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait :
That fish, that is not catch’d thereby,
Alas ! is wiser far than I.

 

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,
“Now his breath goes,” 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 th’ 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
Of absence, ’cause it doth remove
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.

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
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,
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,
And makes me end where I begun.

Reading: From Holy Sonnets

The Holy Sonnets poems, also sometimes called Divine Meditations or Divine Sonnets, are thought to have been written over several decades by the eminent poet John Donne (1572-1631), with the first of the poems being written as early as 1609 and then the other poems following the death of Donne’s wife in 1617. The collection is opened by an unnamed speaker who says that he has left himself to God in the name of salvation. With the speaker feeling worried about his approaching death, he wonders what kind of fate is waiting for him when it is his time to pass on into the afterlife. This series of nineteen poems were all posthumously published in 1633 in the first edition of Songs and Sonnets. The nineteen poems fall into diverse categories depending on the way that they are read. To one authority they are seen as disconnected pieces; a different authority sees them as four distinct groups, two of six poems each, one group of four, and one of three (“John Donne’s Holy Sonnets by John Donne”). Then there are opinions of some readers who see all the poems as sequenced and related to one another. All the sonnets take from the way that Donne can bring together an exuberant amount of wit and many traditions, allusions, and emotional states due to how intense and powerful the sonnets are.

 

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 pictures 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 art 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.

 


Satire 3: On Religion

 

 

Meditation IV (4)

Satire III. Of Religion
KIND pity chokes 1 my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Those 2 tears to issue, which swell my eyelids.
I must not laugh, nor weep sins, and be wise. 3
Can railing, then, cure these worn maladies?
Is not our mistress, fair Religion,         5
As worthy of all our souls’ devotion,
As virtue was in the first 4 blinded 5 age?
Are not heaven’s joys as valiant to assuage
Lusts, as earth’s honour was to them? Alas,
As we do them in means, shall they surpass         10
Us in the end? and shall thy father’s spirit
Meet blind philosophers in heaven, whose merit
Of strict life may be imputed faith, and hear
Thee, whom he taught so easy ways, and near
To follow, damn’d? Oh, if thou darest, fear this;         15
This fear great courage and high valour is.
Darest thou aid mutinous Dutch; and 6 darest thou lay
Thee in ships, wooden sepulchres, a prey
To leaders’ rage, to storms, to shot, to dearth?
Darest thou dive seas, and dungeons of the earth? 7         20
Hast thou courageous fire to thaw the ice
Of frozen North discoveries; and thrice
Colder than salamanders, like divine
Children in th’ oven, fires of Spain and the line,
Whose countries limbecs to our bodies be,         25
Canst thou for gain bear? and must every he
Which cries not, ‘Goddess!’ to thy mistress, draw,
Or eat thy poisonous words? courage of straw!
O desperate coward, wilt thou seem bold, and
To thy foes, and his, who made thee to stand         30
Sentinel 8 in his world’s garrison, thus yield,
And for forbid 9 wars leave th’ appointed field?
Know thy foes; the foul devil, he 10 whom thou
Strivest to please, for hate, not love, would allow
Thee fain his whole realm to be quit; and as         35
The world’s all parts wither away and pass,
So the world’s self, thy other loved foe, is
In her decrepit wane, and thou loving this,
Dost love a wither’d and worn strumpet; last,
Flesh, itself’s death, 11 and joys which flesh can taste,         40
Thou lovest; and thy fair goodly soul, which doth
Give this flesh power to taste joy, thou dost loathe.
Seek true religion, O where? Mirreus,
Thinking her unhoused here and fled from us,
Seeks her at Rome, there, because he doth know         45
That she was there a thousand years ago;
And loves 12 the rags so, as we here obey
The state-cloth where the prince sate yesterday.
Crants 13 to such brave loves will not be enthrall’d,
But loves her only who at Geneva ’s call’d         50
Religion, plain, simple, sullen, young,
Contemptuous yet unhandsome; as among
Lecherous humours, there is one that judges 14
No wenches wholesome, but coarse country drudges.
Graius stays still at home here, and because         55
Some preachers, vile ambitious bawds, and laws,
Still new, like fashions, bid him think that she
Which dwells with us, is only perfect, he
Embraceth her, whom his godfathers will
Tender to him, being tender; as wards still         60
Take such wives as their guardians offer, or
Pay values. Careless Phrygius 15 doth abhor
All, because all cannot be good; as one,
Knowing some women whores, dares marry 16 none.
Gracchus loves all as one, and thinks that so         65
As women do in divers countries 17 go
In divers habits, yet are still one kind,
So doth, so is religion; and this blind—
Ness too much light breeds. But unmoved thou
Of force must one, and forced but one allow;         70
And the right. Ask thy father which is she;
Let him ask his. Though Truth and Falsehood be
Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
Be busy to seek her; believe me this,
He’s not of none, nor worst, that seeks the best.         75
To adore, or scom an image, or protest,
May all be bad. Doubt wisely; in strange way,
To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; 18
To sleep, or run wrong, is. On a huge 19 hill,
Cragged 20 and steep, Truth stands, and he that will         80
Reach her, about must and about 21 must go,
And what th’ hill’s suddenness resists, 22 win so.
Yet strive so, that before age, death’s twilight,
Thy soul 23 rest, for none can work in that night. 24
To will implies delay, therefore now do         85
Hard deeds, the body’s pains; hard knowledge to
The mind’s endeavours reach; and mysteries
Are like the sun, dazzling, yet plain to all eyes.
Keep the truth which thou hast found; men do not stand
In so ill 25 case, that God hath with His hand         90
Signed kings blank-charters, 26 to kill whom they hate;
Nor are they vicars, but hangmen to fate.
Fool and wretch, wilt thou let thy soul be tied
To man’s laws, by which she shall not be tried
At the last day? or 27 will it then boot thee 28         95
To say a Philip or a Gregory,
A Harry or a Martin, taught thee 29 this?
Is not this excuse for mere contraries
Equally strong? cannot both sides say so?
That thou mayst rightly obey power, her bounds know;         100
Those past, her nature and name is changed; 30 to be
Then humble to her is idolatry.
As streams are, power is; those blest flowers, that dwell 31
At the rough stream’s calm head, thrive and do well, 32
But having left their roots, and themselves given         105
To the stream’s tyrannous rage, alas, are driven
Through mills, rocks, 33 and woods, and at last, almost
Consumed in going, in the sea are lost.
So perish souls, which more choose men’s unjust
Power from God claim’d, than God Himself to trust.         110
Note 1. l. 1. 1635, checks; 1669, cheeks [back]
Note 2. l. 2. Harl., These [back]
Note 3. l. 3. 1669, but be wise [back]
Note 4. l. 7. 1635, to the first [back]
Note 5. l. 7. Harl., blind [back]
Note 6. l. 17. Harl., omits and [back]
Note 7. l. 20. Harl., dangers of the earth [back]
Note 8. l. 31. Harl., Soldier [back]
Note 9. l. 32. So 1635; 1633, forbidden [back]
Note 10. l. 33. So 1635; 1633, he’s; Harl., omits he [back]
Note 11. l. 40. So 1635; 1633, itself death [back]
Note 12. l. 47. So 1635; 1669, He loves [back]
Note 13. l. 49. 1669, Grants [back]
Note 14. l. 53. Harl., which judges [back]
Note 15. l. 62. Harl., Prigas [back]
Note 16. l. 64. Harl., will marry [back]
Note 17. l. 66. Harl., has divers fashions, and line 67 is written as an interlineation. [back]
Note 18. l. 78. Harl., stay [back]
Note 19. l. 79. Harl., high [back]
Note 20. l. 80. Harl., Rugged [back]
Note 21. l. 81. 1669, and about it; Harl., and about [back]
Note 22. l. 82. Harl., resist [back]
Note 23. l. 84. Harl., mind [back]
Note 24. l. 84. So 1633, 1669; 1635, the night [back]
Note 25. l. 90. Harl., evil [back]
Note 26. l. 91. Harl., blank charts [back]
Note 27. l. 95. So 1635; 1633 omits Or; Harl., Oh [back]
Note 28. l. 95. Harl., serve thee [back]
Note 29. l. 97. 1669, taught me [back]
Note 30. l. 101. 1669, are changed [back]
Note 31. l. 103. Harl., which dwell [back]
Note 32. l. 104. Harl., prove well [back]
Note 33. l. 107. So 1635; 1633, and rocks; in Harl. and has been erased. [back]

 


Source Texts

Donne, John. Devotions upon Emergent Occasions. Ann Arbor Press, 1959, is licensed under no known copyright.

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–The Poems of John Donne. Clarendon, 1912, is licensed under no known copyright.

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Donne, John. Satire 3. Bartleby.com, is under no known copyright.

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