A Jet Ring Sent Poem by John Donne
A Jet Ring Sent
Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not of this stuff ;
Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough
Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say,
'—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away.'
Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb ;
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ;
She that, O ! broke her faith, would soon break thee.
It reminds me of the song TILL DEATH DO US PART popularized by WHITE LION...... Nice poem.....
love's endless saga and some other things are just as precious?
The Supreme Being Forgives no-one that sins against him, or his animals...nor anyone that has caused or tried to cause damage to him...or the world he made...tis for each to repent and make reparation for what they have done, and to pay recompense when and where necessary....
A very heart touching commentary on the fragile and unpredictable man-woman relationships. shall both our properties by thee be spoke, Marriage rings are not of this stuff;
Such a poignant contemplation, a ring returned, symbol of broken love. How he relates the emotion of his heart to us through this brief conversation with a token piece of returned jewelry is brilliant.
Donn's poetry is brilliant, as the founder of the metaphysical school he's really awesome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:41:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
love thrown away... as easily as throwing away the ring... nicely written...