The Sun Rising Poem by John Donne

The Sun Rising

Rating: 3.2

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of

Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me
Whether both the'Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear: 'All here in one bed lay.'

She'is all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy'as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

Ian Fraser 02 December 2009

The most famous love poem ever written? If not, surely one of the best. The first stanza is a whole glitter of famous phrases. Nothing again ever written has captured the pride, arrogance and wild delight of young love, a very naughty piece of writing, and of course utterly blasphemous; no wonder Donne renounced all his early secular writing when he entered the priesthood and how sensible he was not to destroy it. A must for anyone's top 100.

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Lara Feltham 07 June 2007

its not really a very romantic poem it you look at it carefully though. its more about Donnes conflict with the Sun and how he scolds mother nature for interrupting his affairs, which in this case he would wish to prolong. he does seem to be very smitten with his lover- 'shes all states, and all princes i; nothing else is, ' but as is with Death, Be Not Proud, Donne revels in slandering things in life which we cannot control- death/ the rising of the sun, arguing that he CAN control them if he wishes to, 'i could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, ' initiating some sort of power struggle. As this is a conceit, which Donne has been described as 'a master of' there are two contrasting ideas- the idolization of his lover, and his contempt with the Sun. A conceit combines two dissimilar ideas into one single idea- Donne uses his passion for his lover as a means of arguing against the Sun. So although there is a romance present within the poems content, i would say the 'unruly sun' dominates.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 07 September 2015

A great poem about sun and so much likes.

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Fritha Glegg 05 April 2007

I adore this poem cause I think it really shows his passion, and that passion is so heartfelt and all-consuming, that you can't not admire him for it. It's such a clever poem too, you really have to think and i think this makes it all the more romantic.

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A Juman 15 November 2015

you poem is excellent my friend

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 June 2023

An excellent and beautiful depiction of the conflicting claims of love and nature. So wonderfully crafted.

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Marvin King Reeds 09 August 2021

Took me back to the Shakespeare days.

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Uday Sharma 19 May 2021

I love his all poems he is my favourite poet. I'm inspired by him and I started composing English poems. Very soon my poetry book will be available for poetry lovers. Wish me good luck

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Uday Sharma 19 May 2021

I love his all poems. I am inspired by him and I started composing poems in English and very sion my poetry book will be available for poetry lovers. Please wish me good luck

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funny internet man 21 February 2021


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