I am Changing My Meme

I haven't been happy with my Something Silly for Sunday's. I'm not excited about them, besides the fact that it takes little work, and so I decided to do something that I am more passionate about.

Poetry.

There are few things in this world that make my heart ache in such a wonderful way, like a pain that swells into ecstasy like poetry does. Many wonderful poets I read, and many I want to force people to read, to add a little culture to my rather stubbornly cultureless world.

So today, I begin "Sunday Sonnets" (Though, they won't always be sonnets)

In honor of Valentines day (Today) I give you my FAVORITE Classic (as in, written BEFORE the early 1800's) Romantic (genre) poet, John Donne.

(The spelling is, admittedly different than what you might be used to. Remember, it's Olde English.)

The Flea

Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee;
Confesse it, this cannot be said
A sinne, or shame, or losse of maidenhead,

Yet this enjoyes before it wooe,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than wee would doe.


Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
When we almost, nay more than maryed are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloysterd in these living walls of Jet.

Though use make thee apt to kill me,
Let not to this, selfe murder added bee,
And sacrilege, three sinnes in killing three.


Cruell and sodaine, has thou since
Purpled thy naile, in blood of innocence?
In what could this flea guilty bee,
Except in that drop which it suckt from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and saist that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor mee the weaker now;

'Tis true, then learne how false, feares bee;
Just so much honor, when thou yeeld'st to mee,
Will wast, as this flea's death tooke life from thee.

Now, isn't that the BEST argument for sex you've ever heard? Okay, maybe not. But in high school, I'd have been head over heels...or heels over head...I guess. LOL.