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John Donne

Datum narození: 1572
Datum úmrtí: 31. březen 1631

John Donne byl anglický básník a anglikánský kněz, hlavní představitel tzv. metafyzické poezie.

„Žádný člověk není ostrov sám pro sebe, každý je kus nějakého kontinentu, část nějaké pevniny; jestliže moře spláchne hroudu, je Evropa menší, jako by to byl nějaký mys, jako by to byl statek tvých přátel nebo tvůj: smrtí každého člověka je mne méně, neboť jsem část lidstva. A proto se nikdy nedávej ptát, komu zvoní hrana. Zvoní tobě.“

—  John Donne

Originál: (en) No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
Zdroj: [Donne, John, 2008, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions: Together With Death's Duel, Echo Library, 97, angličtina, 9781848301115]

„No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face.“

—  John Donne

No. 9, The Autumnal, line 1
Elegies
Zdroj: The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

„Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.“

—  John Donne

Zdroj: The Poems of John Donne; Miscellaneous Poems (Songs and Sonnets) Elegies. Epithalamions, or Marriage Songs. Satires. Epigrams. the Progress of

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„I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved?“

—  John Donne, The Good-Morrow

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Kontext: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

„Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.“

—  John Donne, The Good-Morrow

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Kontext: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

„They'are ours, though they'are not we“

—  John Donne

The Extasy, line 45
Kontext: We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are compos'd and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But oh alas, so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are
The intelligences, they the spheres.

„If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.“

—  John Donne, The Good-Morrow

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Kontext: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

„Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,“

—  John Donne, kniha Holy Sonnets

No. 10, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)
Kontext: Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

„For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.“

—  John Donne, The Good-Morrow

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Kontext: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

„If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.“

—  John Donne, The Good-Morrow

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Kontext: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

„At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise“

—  John Donne, kniha Holy Sonnets

No. 7, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)
Kontext: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.

„Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Etiam egestas wisi a erat. Morbi imperdiet, mauris ac auctor dictum.“

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