The Sun Rising Analysis

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains, call on us?
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 time.

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 th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left'st 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; compared 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.

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The speaker apostrophises the sun-There is already some hint of perversion.Already the sun is looked upon like an intruder.One main idea in the poem is time as an agent of mutability and change : it is belittled and held to ridicule.Likewise the sun is reduced from a macrocosmic dimension to a microcosmic one

| Posted on 2008-10-11 | by a guest

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John Donne was born in England in the 16th Century, America has nothing to do with his poetry you bigot yank.

| Posted on 2008-10-08 | by a guest

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This poem rejoices american culture though the enlightenment of the soul. The reincarnation of abraham lincoln brought happiness to the dwarf minority of sweden. I conclude that john donne's poems contradict the theories of existentialism.

| Posted on 2008-07-01 | by a guest