Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou
Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;
’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.
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Such an amazing poem. This is the best by Donne, really shows what makes him stand out amongst his peers and his particular view of language ––very modern. But I will not tell you what's so amazing about this poem because I am writing an essay on Donne where I'll explain it.
For school or for publication?
Just for fun. Don't really care right now about getting published, but who knows, I wouldn't mind publishing this essay in some magazine.
So are you going to post it here sometime?
Good to hear
you gonna submit it to a IQfy magazine? & will probably take it and gardner might start his own (although he'll probably fill it with his shit and make it unreadable)
livefitelle. UK based. Law Grad. One of the better asses on Instagram. Curvy hips. Would be great to frick from the back.
good review
I discovered last week a chrome addon that allows you to download all photos and videos from an Instagram profile. Pretty neat. My bawd collection gets bigger every day.
Link or name?
Here:
https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/mass-downloader-for-insta/ldoldiahbhnbfdihknppjbhgjngibdbe
If you want to download everything from the profile choose “Download by sequence” and press download (without selecting any specific sequence). You can also download with other parameters like date.
Thanks mate. I'm going to download some cute ass hapa chick's insta right now.
Every time I try to make an Instagram account I type in the verification code and then get: "Hi, we have temporarily suspended your account". No idea why, never had an account or used the site
What's your take on filippafranssoon
She’s okay. Overrated, and she’s oversized. trinikleiveland and ermiralika are the superior Scandinavian asses. Even her sister Amanda is better to me. If you’re into huge porn-ass like Filippa, check out nessbynature
Oops, trinekleiveland*
Agree, I prefer Amanda
homie has a phd in cooming, i almost respect it
Make sure to report the previous threads deletion, it was on topic, janny on a power trip. Include the thread number in your report 22196022
https://IQfy/feedback
Don't post coomerbait though.
Just because some can not control themselves does not mean we all should suffer. Janny overstepped and everyone should report it, especially when Gardner's shill threads stay up. Donne deserves better.
>though
Done.
>NOOO YOU CANT POST A CHICK IN A LOVE POETRY THREAD
luv livefitelle
thanks
Love Donne, but prefer Marvell's art.
Marvelll was a painter?
kek
you read poetry?
I do and I have read Andrew Marvell. I had never seen someone refer to poetry as art so I thought that guy was talking about painting or something.
As a reader of poetry you must know that 'art' is a relatively common figure for manner, or style. Though I like Donne, I prefer Marvell's poetic thinking, his use both of perspective and language (as two very general instances). Not that his 'art' is superior to Donne's; I merely prefer it.
The Girl Describes her Fawn
--Andrew Marvell
With sweetest milk and sugar first
I it at my own fingers nursed;
And as it grew, so every day
It wax'd more white and sweet than they--
It had so sweet a breath! and oft
I blush'd to see its foot more soft
And white, --shall I say, --than my hand?
Nay, any lady's of the land!
It is a wondrous thing how fleet
'Twas on those little silver feet:
With what a pretty skipping grace
It oft would challenge me the race:--
And when 't had left me far away
'T would stay, and run again, and stay:
For it was nimbler much than hinds,
And trod as if on the four winds.
I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown
And lilies, that you would it guess
To be a little wilderness:
And all the spring-time of the year
It only lovèd to be there.
Among the beds of lilies I
Have sought it oft, where it should lie;
Yet could not, till itself would rise,
Find it, although before mine eyes:--
For in the flaxen lilies' shade
It like a bank of lilies laid.
Upon the roses it would feed,
Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed:
And then to me would boldly trip,
And print those roses on my lip.
But all its chief delight was still
On roses thus itself to fill,
And its pure virgin limbs to fold
In whitest sheets of lilies cold:--
Had it lived long it would have been
Lilies without -- roses within.
Nah Donne is better; just compare the amount of cliches and trite imagery here with the poem above, even if its musical. Not to mention for this sort of poem might as well read Blake's Songs instead.
Kek
Blake's not writing from the perspective of a young girl, for one thing, nor is Donne for that matter. I could go on, but if even this is list upon you, there's little point.
I prefer macro- to micro- 'metaphysicality'
cumbrain
That cotton plant achieved something most men on never will.
How did I know this woman was British from the thumbnail alone? I've literally never seen a picture of her before.
You've graduated from amateur racisn and are now getting into professional racism. You'llnsoon come to a point where you will be able to tell the phisiogyny of the parents out of the picture of thr son