John Donne – The Good-Morrow


[one of my favourite poems. aye, I’m old-fashioned]

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d 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 mix’d equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.


two poems

I wrote these two in the past week. They’re somewhere on Tumblr and even Instagram (I recently discovered Instagram micropoetry, otherwise known as instapoetry). I also wrote a few haikus, but I’ll hunt them down later.

poem: English lessons


burdened with a fragrance of almost,

dreams of forever,

feet planted firmly in never:

if was the ghost of a present

sullied by the perfect.


all futures ring false

after this,

our cruellest past participle:



[This is the second poem I wrote; a response to prompt #52 by Her Heart poetry . They have some interesting challenges and prompts.]



poem: dreaming


speak to me of stars weeping
their secrets in the music of night skies

speak to me of seas that bleed
into universes unmourned

speak to me of galaxies unmoved
by clouds heaving arid
beneath winds of colour

speak to me of impossible truths
lost in deep days’ longing

then, love, speak in silence
till again
we learn
to dream

[This is the first of two poems I wrote and posted on tumblr and Instagram]