JOHN DONNE: SELECTED POEMS A selection of the finest poems by British poet John Donne. John Donne was, Robert Graves said, a Muse poet, a poet who wrote passionately of the Muse. It is easy to see Donne as a love poet, in the tradition of love poets such as Bernard de Ventadour, Dante Alighieri, Francesco Petrarch and Torquato Tasso. Donne has written his fair share of love poems. There are the bawdy allusions to the phallus in The Flea, while The Comparison parodies the adoration poem, with references to the sweat drops of my mistress breast . Like William Shakespeare in his parody sonnet my mistress eyes are nothing like the sun, Donne sends up the Petrarchan and courtly love genre with gross comparisons ( Like spermatic issue of ripe menstruous boils ). In The Bait, there is the archetypal Renaissance opening line Come live with me, and be my love, as used by Christopher Marlowe and William Shakespeare, among others. And there is the complex, ambivalent eroticism of The Extasie, a much celebrated love poem, and the 19th Elegy, where features Donne s famous couplet: Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. The Songs and Sonnets of John Donne celebrate the many emotions of love, feelings that are so familiar in love poetry from Sappho to Adrienne Rich. Donne does not quite cover every emotion of love, but a good deal of them. In The Canonization, we find the age-old Neo-platonic belief that two can become as one ( we two being one, or we shall/ Be one, he writes in Lovers Infiniteness ), a common belief in love poetry. John Donne s love poetry, like (nearly) all love poetry, self-reflexive. Although he would ne er parted be, as he writes in Song: Sweetest love, I do not go, he knows that love poetry comes out of loss. The beloved woman is not there, so art takes her place. The Songs and Sonnets arise from loss, loss of love; they take the place of love. For, if he were clasping his beloved in those feverish embraces as described in The Extasie and Elegy, he would not, obviously, bother with poetry. Love poetry has this ambivalent, difficult relationship with love. The poem is not love, and is no real substitute for it. And writing of love exacerbates the pain and the insecurity of the experience of love. "