Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;
The world's whole sap is sunk ;
The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compared with me, who am their epitaph.
Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring ;
For I am every dead thing,
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;
He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.
All others, from all things, draw all that's good,
Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have ;
I, by Love's limbec, am the grave
Of all, that's nothing. Oft a flood
Have we two wept, and so
Drown'd the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow,
To be two chaoses, when we did show
Care to aught else ; and often absences
Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.
But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—
Of the first nothing the elixir grown ;
Were I a man, that I were one
I needs must know ; I should prefer,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love ; all, all some properties invest.
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
At this time to the Goat is run
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all,
Since she enjoys her long night's festival.
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
Both the year's and the day's deep midnight is.
By general consent, John Donne is considered the most famous of the metaphysical poets. His poetry reflects the characteristics of the metaphysical school of poetry. Thus, it is complicated, the language is twisted and there are sudden turns of thoughts. Moreover, it reflects the scientific approach which was dominated at his time. Like other metaphysical poets, Donne depended on conceits and concentrated images. His works can be divided into two kinds; love and religious. He also applied the lyric as means to write about love and religion. In most of his poems, we find a conflict between love and religion.
The poem is among the most famous of John Donne’s poetry. In this poem, he laments the death of his beloved. He chooses the time to be the day of St. Lucy who is the goddess of cold and winter. It is the 13th of December, and is known to be the shortest day of the year.
He begins by saying that Lucy, which he means day time, exposes her face seven hours. The sun has set, and the stars send a dim-light. His beloved is dead, and that’s why the poet sees every thing around him black and sad. There is no happiness, at least for the poet, nature for him seems dead. He thinks that life has shrunk as a dying man shrinks towards feet of his bed. Yet other things around him epitaph on the tomb of nature.
Then, he directs his speech to future lovers. He advises them to study his condition well. By doing so they would understand how love can create life out of nothing. He tells them that he is now dead; he is a moving picture, without life. He is devoid of which has destroyed him and filled his life with darkness and death. Any how he thinks that he is resurrected by the power of love. He has been reduced to nothing. When his beloved was alive, they used to spend happy times together. When they were angry with each others they use to weep a lot of tears, which seemed to drown the world, and the time they couldn’t enjoy sitting together, their bodies were like dead bodies. So, there was only life in there bodies when they were together.
This was in the past, but now every thing is different. Now, he is nothing, he isn’t a man, because man has the ability to know. He isn’t an animal, because each animal has a function while he has none. He is not a plant or a stone, because even this thing can love or hate. He isn’t even anything or a shadow, because even a shadow indicates the presence of light and body.
His beloved will never live again, that’s why there is no help of changing his conditions, but other lovers are luckier. For them, the sun has risen, spreading energy and vitality and renewing the power of love for them. Any how the poet prepares himself to go to his beloved, may be in the tomb. He would be waiting for her resurrection may be to meet her. His beloved is in darkness now, he want to pray for her through fasting. He wants to meet her when she is resurrected.
As we see the poem is a typical metaphysical poem, any how the rhyme and the rhythm are not fixed.
See you later, all my love to you.