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Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2019
Sonnet, ( Why The Raven Wickedly Smiles Watching Mortals Play )
(Tribute To John Donne)

Note:
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https://www.google.com/search?q=john+donne+biography&oq=John+Donne&aqs=chrome.5.0l8.13999j0j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

John Donne
Biography
Description
John Donne was an English poet and cleric in the Church of England.
 He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical
 poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and 
 include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, Latin translations,
 epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. Wikipedia
Born: January 22, 1572, London, United Kingdom
Died: March 31, 1631, London, United Kingdom
Spouse: Anne More (m. 1601–1617)
Children: Lucy Donne, Margaret Donne, Constance Donne, 
MORE
Education: University of Cambridge, Hertford College, University of Oxford

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https://www.britannica.com/biography/John-Donne

John Donne
ENGLISH POET
WRITTEN BY: Patricia Garland Pinka
See Article History
John Donne, (born sometime between Jan. 24 and June 19, 1572, London, Eng.
—died March 31, 1631, London), leading English poet of the Metaphysical 
school and dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral, London (1621–31). Donne is often
 considered the greatest love poet in the English language. He is also noted
 for his religious verse and treatises and for his sermons, which rank among
 the best of the 17th century.

Between Man And God, A Cavernous Rift Hath Grown, Tribute: To John Donne Between Man and God, a cavernous rift hath grown Fed by fleshy desires and seeds by devils sown Rotten fruits of which were spread across hill and dell Consumed on earth, gifting dark passage into hell. Mankind in blindness hath fallen beyond true sight Wayfarer lost into abyss of darkest night, Devoid of truth and in greed's palms a sorry waste Lo! Right into raging seas to dark waters taste! Soon far from Nature's gifts and blinded by his greed Celebrating folly, proclaiming greater need, He Mother earth rapes, its lush green forests burns As if he made it all, thus all earth's treasures earns. Alas! Greed's heart birthing ever increasing wars Gives rise to devil's parades, man's eternal scars! Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2019 Sonnet, ( Why The Raven Wickedly Smiles Watching Mortals Play ) (Tribute To John Donne), born from a 1979 poem fragment.. Note: (1.) https://www.google.com/search?q=john+donne+biography&oq=John+Donne&aqs=chrome.5.0l8.13999j0j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 (2.) https://www.britannica.com/biography/John-Donne John Donne ENGLISH POET WRITTEN BY: Patricia Garland Pinka

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