{"id":111,"date":"2019-08-01T07:56:00","date_gmt":"2019-08-01T07:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/08\/01\/a-poem-for-thursday-43\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:14:20","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:14:20","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-43","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/08\/01\/a-poem-for-thursday-43\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #43"},"content":{"rendered":"
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John Donne was an English writer and Anglican cleric born in 1572. His poetry was very well-known during his lifetime and for some years after but then went out of favor for several centuries. He is considered one of the great metaphysical poets. Most people are familiar with No Man is an Island<\/i>\u00a0because of studying it in school. Today’s poem is a love poem. It appeals to us because “it speaks to us as directly and urgently as if we overhear a present confidence.”<\/p>\n

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I\u00a0<\/i>
\nDid, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?<\/i>
\nBut suck’d on country pleasures, childishly?<\/i>
\nOr snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?<\/i>
\n‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;<\/i>
\nIf ever any beauty I did see,<\/i>
\nWhich I desired, and got ’twas but a dream of thee.<\/i>
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\nAnd now good-morrow to our waking souls,<\/i>
\nWhich watch not one another out of fear;<\/i>
\nFor love all love of other sights controls,<\/i>
\nAnd makes one little room an everywhere.<\/i>
\nLet sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;<\/i>
\nLet maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;<\/i>
\nLet us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.<\/i>
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\nMy face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,<\/i>
\nAnd true plain hearts do in the faces rest;<\/i>
\nWhere can we find two better hemispheres<\/i>
\nWithout sharp north, without declining west?<\/i>
\nWhatever dies, was not mix’d equally;<\/i>
\nIf our two loves be one, or thou and I<\/i>
\nLove so alike that none can slacken, none can die.\u00a0<\/i>
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\nThe Good-Morrow<\/i>
\nJohn Donne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Annie Spratt\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash John Donne was an English writer and Anglican cleric born in 1572. His poetry was very well-known during his lifetime and for some years after but then went out of favor for several centuries. He is considered one of the great metaphysical poets. Most people are familiar with No Man is an Island\u00a0because of studying it in school. Today’s poem is a love poem. It appeals to us because “it speaks to us as directly and urgently as if we overhear a present confidence.” I wonder by my troth, what thou and I\u00a0 Did, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then? But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.\u00a0 The Good-Morrow John Donne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1671,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2572,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions\/2572"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1671"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}