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The Ecstasy Analysis



Author: Poetry of John Donne Type: Poetry Views: 1630

Where, like a pillow on a bed

A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest

The violet's reclining head,

Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented

With a fast balm, which thence did spring;

Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread

Our eyes upon one double string;

So to'intergraft our hands, as yet

Was all the means to make us one,

And pictures in our eyes to get

Was all our propagation.

As 'twixt two equal armies fate

Suspends uncertain victory,

Our souls (which to advance their state

Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,

We like sepulchral statues lay;

All day, the same our postures were,

And we said nothing, all the day.

If any, so by love refin'd

That he soul's language understood,

And by good love were grown all mind,

Within convenient distance stood,

He (though he knew not which soul spake,

Because both meant, both spake the same)

Might thence a new concoction take

And part far purer than he came.

This ecstasy doth unperplex,

We said, and tell us what we love;

We see by this it was not sex,

We see we saw not what did move;

But as all several souls contain

Mixture of things, they know not what,

Love these mix'd souls doth mix again

And makes both one, each this and that.

A single violet transplant,

The strength, the colour, and the size,

(All which before was poor and scant)

Redoubles still, and multiplies.

When love with one another so

Interinanimates two souls,

That abler soul, which thence doth flow,

Defects of loneliness controls.

We then, who are this new soul, know

Of what we are compos'd and made,

For th' atomies of which we grow

Are souls. whom no change can invade.

But oh alas, so long, so far,

Our bodies why do we forbear?

They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are

The intelligences, they the spheres.

We owe them thanks, because they thus

Did us, to us, at first convey,

Yielded their senses' force to us,

Nor are dross to us, but allay.

On man heaven's influence works not so,

But that it first imprints the air;

So soul into the soul may flow,

Though it to body first repair.

As our blood labors to beget

Spirits, as like souls as it can,

Because such fingers need to knit

That subtle knot which makes us man,

So must pure lovers' souls descend

T' affections, and to faculties,

Which sense may reach and apprehend,

Else a great prince in prison lies.

To'our bodies turn we then, that so

Weak men on love reveal'd may look;

Love's mysteries in souls do grow,

But yet the body is his book.

And if some lover, such as we,

Have heard this dialogue of one,

Let him still mark us, he shall see

Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.






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medo your analysis is a copy paste from this site x
next time give references. just incase you don't know, you have commited a crime (an act of plagerism)

| Posted on 2008-11-19 | by a guest


.: Simple Analysis :.

Every 4 lines = 1 stanza. 1st stanza

Where, like a pillow on a bed,
A Pregnant banke swel'd up, to rest
The violets reclining head,
Sat we two, one anothers best.
Lines 2-3 ~ enjambment (where a sentence carries over from one line to the next without any punctuation.
"Pregnant banke swel'd up"= they're sitting on a small hill or on a bank by a stream. The fact that its swelling makes him think of it as pregnant. We begin to see what's on his mind.

2nd ~

Our hands were firmly cimented
With a fast balme, which thence did spring,
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thred
Our eyes, upon one double string;
"cimented / With a fast balme = hands are sweaty
"eye-beams twisted" = staring @ each other, into each other's eyes.
So to'entergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the meanes to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
Lines 11-12 ~ "Pictures" has two meanings here
Seeing his picture or image in her eyes & vice versa.
Seeing their picture in their offspring, who would look like them.
no propagation = not having sex yet; just beginning relationship. There are no children yet, just the images in each others eyes.
13-20 - souls are outside their bodies negotiating like 2 armies. Their bodies meanwhile are motionless.

21-24 Only the person refined by love could understand the language they speak to each other in those silent moments.

31-32 - sex involves motion, so what they have is something else, an unmoving emotion. That which moves is generally inferior to that which doesn't. God is sometimes called "The Unmoved Mover," making him superior to everything.

Trying to decide what to do ~ love or not ~ lasts all day.

49-52

But O alas, so long, so farre
Our bodies why doe wee forbeare?
They'are ours, though they'are not wee; Wee are
The intelligences, they the spheare.
We owe them thankes, because they thus,
Did us, to us, at first convay,
Yeelded their forces, sense, to us,
Nor are drosse to us, but allay.

On man heavens influence workes not so,
But that it first imprints the ayre,
Soe soule into the soule may flow,
Though it to body first repaire.

The poem shifts tone here. He's tired of "forbearing," of not having sex. He sees a dual nature of man - body & soul. My soul is the real "me," but my body is how I interact with the world.
If our souls are to get together, they must do so through our bodies. IT'S TIME TO INTERACT!0

As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like soules as it can,
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot, which makes us man:
So must pure lovers soules descend
T'affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great Prince in prison lies.

Can only have new people through sex. A person's body & spirit are united at conception.
"Great Prince in prison" The soul without the body is unable to interact with the world & therefore in prison.

To'our bodies turne wee then, that so
Weake men on love reveal'd may looke;
Loves mysteries in soules doe grow,
But yet the body is his booke.
And if some lover, such as wee,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still marke us, he shall see
Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.

"To'our bodies turne wee then" = time to interact!
Love grows in the soul, but is written on the book of the body.

The passerby who was able to understand their communion won't see much difference when they "are to bodies gone." The image is of one watching while they make love.

I hope you like the Analysis ,
Best wishes
Medo

| Posted on 2007-04-20 | by a guest


.: The Ecstacy analysis :.

The Ecstasty is a religious experience, where Donne is trying to reiterate how important theiir bodies and physical love is, not just the connection of their souls. He says that they do have true love, but they mustn't forget the importance of their bodies.

| Posted on 2007-04-02 | by a guest




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