John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

Good Morrow - Poem by John Donne

I wonder, by my truth, 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 sead discoveries to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess our 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.


Comments about Good Morrow by John Donne

  • Veteran Poet - 1,359 Points Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (7/1/2015 10:28:00 PM)

    My face in your eye and yours in mine, our love could not slacken if you let us possess our world... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 8,715 Points Bharati Nayak (3/28/2015 10:42:00 PM)

    My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears
    And true plain hearst do in the faces rest
    Where can we find two better hemispheres
    Without sharp North, without declining West? - - -What better lines are there to describe the purity and depth of love! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,390 Points Panmelys Panmelys (3/28/2015 9:30:00 AM)

    As fresh today as yesterday. One of my favorite poets. He's simply great, and outlasts time. Reminds me of Pablo Neruda in his love poems, it's the magic stream of consciousness passing thru the centuries, and so dearly shared by all lovers of true vein. This the wonderful link of our human chain, as in sunsets, sunrises, birth and death, we are all one. Greatness uplifts the soul and heart, and love is the supreme master/mistress al all time, for it belongs to everyone. Panmelys (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 46,737 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/28/2015 5:44:00 AM)

    love so alike, very fine, none can die, true. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,036 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/7/2014 1:58:00 AM)

    I like the theme as well as the simple diction and paraphrasing used. An excellent poem many can enjoy. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Srabandhara Sen (11/2/2012 9:23:00 AM)

    There are a few mistakes in the poem, typing errors I guess. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lekë Loshi (12/10/2009 11:41:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem. And by the way, it is not 'by my truth', 'it is by my troth'. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Hoellering (12/4/2009 3:40:00 AM)

    The Good Morrow is a love poem without parallel.The lovers did not come into their own until they met; now everything in the world is a reflection of their love, which is seen as the only reality. (verse one.)
    Often we fear others; not so the lovers, whose trust in one another is absolute. Life is seen through the prism of their love. Each is self-sufficient as each includes the world of the other, so one little room is capable of becoming an everywhere. (verse two.)
    The image of sea exploration continues into the last stanza, and is used to stress the constancy of the lovers, whose honest and open hearts are reflected in one another’s eyes.
    Donne draws on seventeenth century science and maths to prove that his love for his future wife, and her’s for him, need never die. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:21:00 AM)

    This poem is probably my favourite of Donne's. Beautiful imagery, beautiful language, beautiful all of it! I love it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Caelee Laing (2/25/2008 3:31:00 AM)

    Love like has not ever been explained as brilliantly and as simply as it is in this amazing man's poem.. Wonderful tone and perfect metaphorical imagery. A definite favourite of mine. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Atkinson (2/16/2008 6:40:00 PM)

    It is a remarkable measure how far we have shrunk: our art, our poetry, the blare and discord of our music; all display what we have come to give great praise, our dilapidated education community. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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