…entre nous soit dit…

between me you and the gatepost.

The Good Morrow

Ok, so this blog really isn’t anything that I have thought of, but I thought I would post this poem simply because it is one of my favourites that we are studying at the moment. It’s a beautiful poem and seeing as I am supposed to be doing a presentation on it tomorrow, there will no doubt be some information about this poem to follow on a consequence blog.

Some might recognise it as it does appear in the 2006 movie Tristan and Isolde directed by Kevin Reynolds, but for the everyone else it’s probable that the Metaphysical poets are as unknown to you as it was to me but a few weeks ago. Anyway, in the mean, I hope you enjoy it:


The Good Morrow

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I

Did, till we lov’d? Were we not wean’d till then?

But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?

Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?

T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desir’d, and got, ’twas but a dreame of thee.


And now good morrow to our waking soules,

Which watch not one another out of feare;

For love, all love of other sights controules,

And makes one little roome, an every where.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,

Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.


My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,

And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,

Where can we finde two better hemispheares

Without sharpe North, without declining West?

What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. 


– John Donne –


May 13, 2008 Posted by | Donne, Help for slack Lit Students, homework, Literature, Poetry | Leave a comment