Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DAMPE, by JOHN DONNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When I am dead, and doctors know not why Last Line: In that you'have odds enough of any man. Subject(s): Love - Complaints | ||||||||
When I am dead, and Doctors know not why, And my friends curiositie Will have me cut up to survay each part, When they shall finde your Picture in my heart, You thinke a sodaine dampe of love Will through all their senses move, And worke on them as mee, and so preferre Your murder, to the name of Massacre. Poore victories! But if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First kill th'enormous Gyant, your Disdaine, And let th'enchantresse Honor, next be slaine, And like a Goth and Vandall rize, Deface Records, and Histories Of your owne arts and triumphs over men, And without such advantage kill me then. For I could muster up as well as you My Gyants, and my Witches too, Which are vast Constancy, and Secretnesse, But these I neyther looke for, nor professe; Kill mee as Woman, let mee die As a meere man; doe you but try Your passive valor, and you shall finde than, In that you'have odds enough of any man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE |
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