The good morrow by John Donne presents the undivided love between the poet and his lover. John Donne narrates about an unconditional bond between them.
John Donne uses words as a means to communicate his exotic feelings. He questions abstract ideas including time and myths. He attributes divine qualities to his love and feels the love as a concrete object that he could sense.
The poem begins with a tone of regret. The poet felt remorse for the days he spent finding his true love. He questions himself by asking whether he had many more years to be an adult than a child.
In the second stanza poem recounts how strongly they are tied together. He believes their souls watch each other. They are interlinked not out of fear but out of pure love.
He underlines the same theme in the next lines. He mentions his lover about the people who voyage to find new worlds, he advocates her that let them continue their futile journey. He feels his world in his lover. For him, she is his final destination. He doesn’t feel anything better than being with her.
In the last stanza, the poet intensifies his feelings by stating ” My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest”. He believes their mutual love couldn’t be conquered by anything and even they could steer the death. The poet denotes the internal nature of love where nothing can conquer it.
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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.
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