I love the absolute cheek and breadth of scope of a poet that can give us the somber meditation "No man is an Island"/"for whom the bell tolls", the defiance of "death be not proud", the passionate longing of "batter my heart" (perhaps the most dangerous prayer i know), and also the charming, leering, nod-and-a-wink of "mark but this flea...", which is a very impish seduction poem indeed. In the persistence of his turns of phrase in our daily vernacular, he's up there with Cranmer or Shakespeare.
In his range, he reminds me of Catullus, who gives us both "hail brother and farewell" and "i will skullfuck you and sodomize you".
In his life, a man who by all accounts went from rake to devoted husband more or less on sight, among much else indeed.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46467/the-flea
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44107/holy-sonnets-de...
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0 - http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?18947... (two of the last four lines are removed in many online versions)
“erm, i have never read such an utterly awful analysis of a poem.“
I am slightly reminded of Franklin’s “Advice to a Young Man on the Choice of a Mistress”, but more skillfully done. Or harry belafonte, for that matter …
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
[1] I originally wrote poem but it's excerpted from a larger work of prose, Devotions, chapter XVII: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/23772/23772-h/23772-h.htm#Pa... See also https://interestingliterature.com/2021/08/never-send-for-who...
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.
I love the devout pun between "done" and "Donne" here.It tells you a thing or two about his life: that he was born a Catholic and some of his family were imprisoned on account of their religion; that he went to sea with the Earl of Essex; that he had a lot of sex in his youth and became a religious minister later on, becoming the dean of St Paul's cathedral; that as his death approached he wore what would be his winding-sheet so that a sculptor could prepare to make a monument for him.
It gives you some quotations, for a sense of the small-scale sound of his language. "License my roving hands, and let them go / Before, behind, between, above, below" (from a distinctly naughty earlyish poem). "A man may be an adulterer in his wife’s bosom, though he seek not strange women" (from a sermon). "Busy old fool, unruly sun [...] saucy pedantic wretch, go chide / Late school boys" (from a poem whose speaker is in bed with his lover and doesn't want to have to go). "For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love". "I run to death, and death meets me as fast". Etc.
It tells you some things about (the author's opinion of) his character and writing style. "He was a splenetic satirist, all-observing, all-condemning, who was also a world-class flatterer/ingratiator. He had a slicing, dicing, predatory mind that he applied with equal force to sex, to politics, and finally to a religious vocation." His writing is intricate and difficult but with flashes of forceful clarity. (See the paragraph beginning "As for his poetry".) "Donne’s love poetry is extreme: Bodies melt, souls commingle, genders elide, death is an atom away.". "The almost Tantric lover, seeking an essence beyond the body, was also the yearning-for-eternity preacher.".
The article could have confined itself more strictly to quoting Donne and commenting on his life and work, I suppose. But it seems perfectly OK to me. It's not very long. It gives you some idea of how he sounded. It gives you some information about his life and its context. It tells you what sort of poems he wrote. I'm not sure it's reasonable to demand much more.