Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


CreationEarth Nature Photos


Jordan

 Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
May no lines pass, except they do their duty
Not to a true, but painted chair?

Is it no verse, except enchanted groves
And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun lines?
Must purling streams refresh a lover's loves?
Must all be veiled, while he that reads divines,
Catching the sense at two removes?

Shepherds are honest people: let them sing:
Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime:
I envy no man's nightingale or spring;
Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme,
Who plainly say, My God, My King.

by George Herbert
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - JordanEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top George Herbert Poems

Analysis and Comments on Jordan

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Jordan here.

Commenting has been disabled for now.