Orbler
Byron Twain
Brenton
Dexter
Jeanne Dininni
Shilpa KarhikThe Flea by John Donne
October 8th 2007 00:00
Introduction and Review in Poem by Dexter
Dexter be my name,
This being the premiere post to www.poems.net.au,
Thought says to introduce through word, a personality.
A being influenced forever with The Flea by John Donne,
Mischievous in nature, diabolical in the intent of cascading symbolism.
Chastity and libido lone desire held up to murder and death,
Daring the reader, challenging virtue and provoking violation.
Penetration of skin, exchange of bodily fluids,
The bites reflection of invasion is sincere.
United through the insect act of survival,
Disgusted and insulted by sustenance obtained.
Sensual flesh lives through ebullient words,
A universal cycle, unchanged since human dawning.
Manipulating audiences to woo life through clever deceits,
Letters dance in controversial combinations inspiring contemplation.
Amatuer myself, always aspiring for knowledge of experience,
This is the perspective vied for in the art I seek.
John Donne
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.
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