Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLOSSOM, by JOHN DONNE Recitation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Little think'st thou, poor flower Last Line: As glad to have my body as my mind. Variant Title(s): Foreknowledge Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
Little think'st thou, poor flower, Whom I have watched six or seven days, And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough, Little think'st thou That it will freeze anon, and that I shall Tomorrow find thee fall'n, or not at all. Little think'st thou, poor heart, That labor'st yet to nestle thee And think'st by hovering here to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffness by long siege to bow, Little think'st thou That thou tomorrow, ere that sun doth wake, Must with this sun and me a journey take. But thou, which lov'st to be Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say, Alas, if you must go, what's that to me? Here lies my business, and here I will stay: You go to friends whose love and means present Various content To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every part. If then your body go, what need you a heart? Well, then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stayed and done thy most, A naked thinking heart that makes no show Is to a woman but a kind of ghost. How shall she know my heart; or, having none, Know thee for one? Practice may make her know some other part, But take my word, she doth not know a heart. Meet me at London, then, Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see Me fresher and more fat by being with men Than if I had stayed still with her and thee. For God's sake, if you can, be you so too: I would give you There to another friend, whom we shall find As glad to have my body as my mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE |
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