Friday, February 26, 2010


I can't think of anything interesting to write about. I've started a few different posts, but either I was boring myself writing them, or I couldn't think straight enough to do a good job.

Oh well. Today you get a lame post. Better luck next time.

Here's a poem that I was thinking about today. 10 points if you can guess where I read it:
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.


Katie said...

I have no idea what most of that poem was saying, but is it from "For Whom The Bell Tolls"?

Lisa Lou said...

Uh, I was at first going to guess Twilight, since it is the most popular book at BYU...but I guess the same as Katie.

Kathy Haynie said...

John Donne, right? (I didn't google - that's from memory.) And yes, Katie and Lisa are right about the title.

Anna said...

I love John Donne! Seriously, the guy is cool. I would like to show off what I learned in AP English about him to explain why:


The man was womanizer! He has tons of super-seductive poems that are really clever. He wrote a poem that basically invented the phrase "Baby, come back to bed." So, he was brilliant but not someone you should trust your daughter with--he might run off with her. Which is exactly what happened to Donne's mentor; Donne ran off with his 13 or 14 year old daughter, Anne

But here's where the story gets cool. He really loved her. They ran off to be married. Donne gave up womanizing and became a minister. He wrote some amazing theological poetry and some super cool sermons. I only know of one other love poem he wrote after he got married (though there might be more-- I am no expert) but it's one of my favorite love poems ever. He had to go on a long trip and his wife was really sad so he wrote her a poem about how it didn't matter how far apart the got, they were never separated. He compares them to two legs of a compass (not the North/South kind, the other kind). She is the one who stays in one place and he is the one who moves. Check out the last two lines:

Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

So cool! Maybe cooler if you read the whole thing. You can check it out here:

Uh. Long comment. I really like John Donne. Thanks for your posting. I like reading your posts every day though I am not the best commenter.