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John Donne's Poetry

John Donne

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Title	:	John Donne's Poetry
Author	:	John Donne
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Critical Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 464 pages
Published	:	November 19th 2006 by W.W. Norton (first published 1631)
Categories	:	Poetry. Classics. Literature. Academic. School. European Literature. British Literature. Fiction. Religion

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The texts reprinted in this new Norton Critical Edition have been scrupulously edited and are from the Westmoreland manuscript where possible, collated against the most important families of Donne manuscripts the Cambridge Belam, the Dublin Trinity, and the O Flahertie and compared with all seven seventeenth-century printed editions of the poems as well as all major twentieth-century editions.

Criticism is divided into four sections and represents the best criticism and interpretation of Donne s writing: Donne and Metaphysical Poetry includes seven seventeenth-century views by contemporaries of Donne such as Ben Jonson, Thomas Carew, and John Dryden, among others; Satires, Elegies, and Verse Letters includes seven selections that offer social and literary context for and insights into Donne s frequently overlooked early poems; Songs and Sonnets features six analyses of Donne s love poetry; and Holy Sonnets/Divine Poems explores Donne s struggles as a Christian through four authoritative essays.

A Chronology of Donne s life and work, a Selected Bibliography, and an Index of Titles and First Lines are also included.

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ISBN:	0393926486 (ISBN13: 9780393926484)
Edition Language:	English

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Daybreak"STAY, O sweet and do not rise!The light that shines comes from thine eyes;The day breaks not: it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will die And perish in their infancy.""Now thou hast loved me one whole day,Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that nowWe are not just those persons which we were?"

Donne is considered a metaphysical poet, and he inhabits that title masterfully. Sometimes bawdy, sometimes brilliant, Donne combines the physical with the spiritual in such a manner as to transcend the confines of common poetics.

Apart from Donne being one of the most complicated, intelligent, and sophisticated metaphysical poet, I find his violent experience of faith and religious attractive for comparison with his courtship of women in the elegies.

What is it that infects the iconoclasts? What is it unrelenting that they cannot be the same?John Donne was a colossus, straddling the channel. To be born English and Catholic meant he never had a unified identity. Sometimes it troubled him, but to be no one man became his greatest gift. Most people are never forced to look beyond their place and their lives. That place itself may be challenged, and success is never assured, but to strive to become someone out of being so strongly no-one is

I read this most of this; Theology English 12, 2nd semester, 3rd quarter.

I had to read this book for my university course on John Donne and although poetry is definitely not my favourite genre, I liked this collection. Having also studied the authors life and his way of writing, made me appreciate it even more.What really got to me, was the new and different way he wrote women. He didnt idealise her the same way the Petrarchan poets did. Sure, everything she did was based on his actions and his perception of her and she was never given a voice... Still... progress?

SONG.by John DonneSWEETEST love, I do not go, For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me ; But since that IAt the last must part, 'tis best,Thus to use myself in jest By feigned deaths to die.Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here to-day ;He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way ; Then fear not me,But believe that I shall makeSpeedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he.O how feeble is man's power, That if good fortune fall,