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Happy Hearts Day!

Happy Valentine's Day to all!



Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the air is thy Diocese,
And all the chirping choristers
And other birds are thy parishioners,
Thou marryest ever year
The lyric Lark, and the grave whispering Dove,
The Sparrow that neglects his life for love,
The household bird, with the red stomacher;
Thou maks't the black bird speed as soon,
As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halycon;
The husband cock looks out, and straight is sped,
And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed.
This day more cheerfully than ever shine,
This day, which might enflame thy self, old Valentine.

Till now, thou warmd'st with mutiplying loves
Two larks, two sparrows, or two doves,
All that is nothing unto this,
For thou this day couplest two Phoenixes;
Thou mak'st a Taper see
What the sun never saw, and what the Ark
(Which was of fowls, and beasts, the cage and park,)
Did not contain, one bed contains, through thee,
Two Phoenixes, whose joined breasts
Are unto one another mutual nests,
Where motion kindles such fires, as shall give
Young Phoenixes, and yet the old shall love.
Whose love and courage never shall decline,
But make the whole year through, thy day, O Valentine....


from John Donne, "An Epithalamion, Or Marriage Song, On the Lady Elizabeth and Count Palatine Being Married on St. Valentine's Day"

Comments

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whswhs
Feb. 14th, 2017 04:16 pm (UTC)
That's unusually cheerful for Donne; at first glance I thought "Robert Herrick." My own favorite of Donne's poems is quite appropriate for the day, though, actually:

. . . Our two souls, therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
The soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th'other do.

And though it in the center sit,
Yet while the other far doth roam
It leans, and harkens after it,
And grows erect as that comes home.

So wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th'other foot, obliquely run:
Thy firmness makes my circles just,
And makes me end where I begun.

from John Donne, "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"

(I like the little bawdy joke in the midst of a discourse on spiritual oneness with one's true love. . . .)
jan_u_wine
Feb. 15th, 2017 01:31 pm (UTC)
oh that's so lovely! (nice choice: True Love Ways by Mr. Holly...My Morning Jacket also did a lovely, lovely version for "Rave On", with that beautiful, love-triumphant and quiet solo bridge)

My favorite bit of romantic poetry is (predictably) Shakespeare, Sonnet 116. While it is very romantic, yet it feels mature, not giddy....and yet.....giddy still. Like a perhaps perfect love should be.
greenhoodloxley
Feb. 16th, 2017 05:59 am (UTC)
<3 <3 <3
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