
There was this time in my life when I believed that the only good poetry was free of constraints like meter and rhyme, but then I read John Donne and my mind was changed. I naively considered old poetry to be genteel and dated. Granted the language does sometimes require a little more work in terms of comprehension, but underneath the frilly surface of things the same basic drives influence human action and occupy the bulk of our art. I find Mr. Donne's argument quite persuasive myself. Enjoy.
- Chris Gothorpe

THE FLEA.
by John Donne
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
John Donne was born in London in 1572 to Roman Catholic parents. His father died when he was four and he was raised with two other siblings by his mother Elizabeth. He attended both Oxford and Cambridge, but did receive a degree because he refused to take the Oath of Supremacy (which states the the King is the head of the church) He went on to study law at Lincoln's Inn and began a career in the law. As a young man he spent his inheritance loosely on entertainments and womanizing. However, he reexamined his faith and joined the Anglican Church and would later become a great preacher. His later poetry is highly religious, but maintains his elaborate metaphors and use of symbolism. He died in London March 31, 1631. A monument to him can still be seen at St Paul's Cathedral.






