love, as one circle in a pool of water (caused say by a stone falling) creates more circles (waves) around it, then those additions to love, like the celestial spheres, still make one heaven above, since they all centre on you (The idea of the celestial spheres originates in ancient Greek philosophy with Anaximander and was not abandoned until the sixteenth century: the poet here makes use of the old belief and not the new theories becoming current in his own day). H�T�Kk�0���{L)�Z[yA0�i9�A���X�`Hd�8���j�n!�,�O�*3�l�}��v��=t�NjZ�K���rh=qN����+��T���û�� ��o:Z�'�G\ᇦ����w�ѽ�n� eo�Ih����������G9��PY��f�m^���: e� �*��wN�}UK��Ahm��5��Ļ�I��#�F�u�c��r�\�3@](XXh�� `��� �z�;,�z�;R�t*�`� Deceit is worse than hate, and she would be deceiving me if she, whom I love, pretended to love me. 00:34 Apr 27, 2002: English language ... English term or phrase: A valediction forbidding mourning: Literature: Macal: Selected answer: A poem by John Donne: Explanation: Valediction means farewell. And those things whereof I consist hereby. Verse 3: She is all countries, and I am all their rulers, and nothing else exists. To say, which have no mistress but their Muse; Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do. Whatever dies does so as a result of an imbalance of the mixture of humours in the body (as Galen described). Rather, when a like flame moved two hearts his role was to fit the active agent (the man?) I could if I were mad, vainly contest these attempts to escape your commitment, and I would win the dispute, but I abstain from doing so, because tomorrow I may use the same arguments to be unfaithful myself. Rob me (in the sexual sense of stealing potency?) Rather since I will of necessity die in the end, I may as well treat my existence lightly (said ironically: also, ‘use myself’ in the sexual sense) and feign death by a succession of departures which are little deaths (also, in the sexual sense feign love-making). But trepidation of the spheres,  We die but once, and who loved last did die. It was also acceptable to preserve the head of an executed man as a memento, see Raleigh’s wife), or consider this rough and bony signature to be my ruined anatomy. Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither. Verse 1: I wonder, truly, what you and I did before we loved one another. No man could hold it, for ’twas thine. And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame. Enforce them, by war’s law condition not; Having put Love at last to show this face. Verse 2: And feigning sleep will turn away from you. If it had merged with your heart, then my heart would have taught yours to show me more pity. When did my colds a forward spring remove? Verse 5: His face, by which he can command and change any country’s object of worship; his face which, wherever it is, can call (tempt) men who have take the vow from monasteries, the dead from their tombs, and melt both poles simultaneously (as well as the geographic poles, the sexual ‘poles’ or seductive parts of men and women once hostile to one another? Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be. So much for a summary of the poem. Verse 2: That is a cheap victory over us men. Do thy will then; then subject and degree. Of letters, which have past ’twixt thee and me; Thence write our annals, and in them will be. Verse 3: I give my faith to Roman Catholics (who believe in salvation through good works) and all my good works to the Protestant schismatics of Amsterdam (who believe in salvation through faith); my best manners and civility to a university (university students being notoriously scornful of such, uncivil and ill-mannered); my modesty to naked soldiers (who deride it), and my patience to gamesters (who can’t wait to play). Princes do but play us; compared to this, Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be. It was penned before he left on a trip to Europe. Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears; – All other thoughts being inmates – then shall prove. But souls in which nothing dwells but love (all other thoughts merely being temporary lodgers there) will display this love, or a greater love, there above in heaven, when bodies are consigned to the grave, but souls rise from the grave (of their bodies, the flesh being seen as a prison or grave of the soul in Neo-Platonism especially). ’Twixt women’s love, and men’s, will ever be. 4 KudoZ points were awarded for this answer, For another site operated by for finding translators and getting found, go to, General / Conversation / Greetings / Letters. Some that have deeper digged love’s mine than I. Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possessed. Verse 4: The dull love experienced by lovers in the spheres subject to decay and change, i.e. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Who is my mistress, wither by this curse; And then yield unto all that are his foes; May he be scorned by one, whom all else scorn. — A short overview and explanation of Metaphysical Poetry, provided by the Academy of American Poets. A naked thinking heart, that makes no show. O perverse sex, womankind, where none of them are true but my mistress, who must be true because the proof of it is that her loyalty to others is killing me. But an even braver thing arises (springs) from it, which is to keep that original brave deed hidden. Verse 3: For I could muster my giant and my witch, Constancy and Secrecy (the cloaks under which a man might lay siege to a woman) though I neither expect them from you, nor profess to them myself. Oh if only we were roused by this tyranny of his to take away his divinity again, then in that case I would not be forced to love her who does not love me. (Note: This is another of the poet’s misogynistic diatribes against women and love. It leans and hearkens after it, and that of men (of the soul?!). And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. [14], If they be two, they are two so “Now his breath goes,” and some say, “No.”. Verse 8: And when your maid, who is under my rival’s influence having been corrupted by his gold, and his pageboy, has laid his letter on your pillow, argued over it with you to promote his cause, and calmed your anger, and you begin to thaw towards him as a result of it, then may my name appear (reflected from the window glass?) [2] As well as citing this most famous example, literary critics point to Donne's use of subtlety and precise wording in "A Valediction", particularly around the alchemical theme that pervades the text. Verse 5: Let others freeze with fishing rods, and cut their legs with shells and weeds, or treacherously attack the poor fish with a line to strangle them, or a mesh net. She, to my loss, doth by her death repair. Those pieces still, though they be not unite; My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore. with an an-aphrodisiac, or to treat the vagina likewise and have it expel all male organs, or worms). A "valediction" is a farewell speech. Verse 2: The sun set last night, but rose again today, and he has no desire or feeling motivating him, and a much longer journey to make, so have confidence in me and have faith that my journeys will be swifter since I have more reasons to return. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, T'were prophanation of our joyes Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk. Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? Verse 4: May the venom of all stepmothers, the bitterness of all gamesters, everything that tyrants wish regarding their subjects and subjects wish regarding their tyrants, whatever ills plants, mines, beasts, fowl, and fish can contribute, all ill that prophets or poets declared, and all ill that shall be added in formal lists to this, by me, fall on that man. To write threescore; this is the second of our reign. Verse 2: Ah, what a trifling thing a heart is once it falls into Love’s power! Were we not weaned till then? Verse 2: Beware of hating me, or triumphing too much in your conquest of me. You, Love, by making me adore a woman who had already moved me to love her, taught me to make the gesture of giving that which I was only returning or restoring. Yet, at first sight, I thought you were (since you love the truth) an angel. Flings open this casement, with my trembling name, Then think this name alive, and that thou thus. We often became like chaotic voids when we displayed concern for anything other than our love. To find out the latitude of a place, the angle of the sun or the pole star is measured (using a quadrant) when they are at their highest point, and therefore brightest (shining through less depth of atmosphere) but in order to determine longitude (lacking the exact chronometers of modern times) we (his era) have no way to do so except by noting the time of an eclipse at different points on the earth’s surface. Verse 3: Unless our love remains at its zenith, we will be obliged to produce new shadows on the opposite side of us, as the sun sinks and we walk on. It leanes, and hearkens after it, Verse 3: Whoever went to the effort of rigging a fine ship only to leave it anchored in the harbour, and not use it for exploration or trade? Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn. That since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.

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