Best Donne Poems

Dark clouds: emptiness abides.
White clouds: emptiness abides.
See yourself through these windows of the world.
What are you waiting for?
Remember, we stopped using 'for whom' years ago.
Yet, John Donne still rings true.
Just ask.
"Yes, I say.  Just simply ask to toll the bell,
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A METAPHYSICAL MUSE
What thou lovest in her face
is colour,if her face be painted 
on a board or wall, thou wilt
love it.She speaks,smiles and
kisses much. Because it is 
painted do you not behold with 
pleasure her painted face? Love
her who shows her love to thee,
in this...

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When ,she and I become we
True love for us,may not be-
'til I love her,who loves me

This Shakespeare style triplet was inspired by John Donne's phrase in 'Love's Deitie'...

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Go and stretch a puppy's tail,
    Get with rice a manioc root,
Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil,
    Or to who he gave her leather boot,
Teach me to hear coyote’s singing,
Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging,
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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...

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If no man is truly an island,
does that mean we are all linked
by bridges of hope,
or causeways of despair?

Are we just flecks of dust
on this world--
or is each soul
a universe in the next?...

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When ,she and I become we
True love for us,may not be-
'til I love her,who loves me...

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John Donne, English poet innovator and scholar
finished life wearing a clerical collar.
Most famous for sermons and love poetry, 
a wife and twelve children also had he....

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emagi=reverse ekphrasis





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Donna, donna, oh dolce donna
Il mio amore, la mia culla, il mio inizio
Nel mio quaderno quotidiano
Ogni giorno è il tuo giorno
Sei la mia anima, il mio pilastro
Ti amo ogni giorno
E ti amo, amore mio.

Donna, mia cara, mia bellezza
Mi stupisci tutto il giorno
Tu occupi il centro...

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English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique...

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Stand still, I say, listen very carefully,
We made shadows, when we walking in morn,
Back shadows donot saw,they hide already,
The love you say innocent,that is mourn.


Hide mistakes behind me you say love 
While noon only does hot with high warm of flame 
How it is noble...

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You are told there is no pandemic.
You are told it’s all a hoax.
You are told it’s a deep state conspiracy.
Three thousand deaths here, 
               three thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking...

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My doubts are grave can I write verse?
That will withstand test of endless time
Hesitant my thoughts scan universe
Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme?

Often departed poets cross my mind
Poe with his Raven and Donne with his flea
In Literature cannon, they are enshrined
Myself I feel...

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