Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWICKNAM GARDEN, by JOHN DONNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears Last Line: Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me. Variant Title(s): Twickenham Garden Subject(s): Love; Tears; Twickenham, England | ||||||||
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears, Hither I come to seek the spring, And at mine eyes, and at mine ears, Receive such balms, as else cure everything; But O, self traitor, I do bring The spider love, which transubstantiates all, And can convert manna to gall, And that this place may thoroughly be thought True paradise, I have the serpent brought. 'Twere wholesomer for me, that winter did Benight the glory of this place, And that a grave frost did forbid These trees to laugh, and mock me to my face; But that I may not this disgrace Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me Some senseless piece of this place be; Make me a mandrake, so I may groan here, Or a stone fountain weeping out my year. Hither with crystal vials, lovers come, And take my tears, which are love's wine, And try your mistress' tears at home, For all are false, that taste not just like mine; Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine, Nor can you more judge woman's thoughts by tears, Than by her shadow, what she wears. O perverse sex, where none is true but she, Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWICKENHAM AIR by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TWICKENHAM FERRY by THEOPHILE JULIUS HENRY MARZIALS ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM by ALEXANDER POPE A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW by JOHN DONNE A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE |
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