Re: PPB: Ritual Memory / Will Dockery

On Sunday, December 19, 2021 at 4:00:58 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
On Saturday, November 20, 2021 at 2:20:32 PM UTC-5, George J. Dance
wrote:
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Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog: Ritual Memory, by Will Dockery If
these words of love fell into bad timing put them away like a flower in
a book. [...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2021/11/ritual-memory-will-dockery.html
George, my friend Pamela said that the poem reminds her of John Donne.
https://poets.org/poem/valediction-forbidding-mourning Any thoughts on
this?
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Quite interesting, worth of a stand alone at that:
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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
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As virtuous men pass mildly away,
   And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
   "The breath goes now," and some say, "No,"
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So let us melt, and make no noise,
   No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
   To tell the laity our love.
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Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
   Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
   Though greater far, is innocent.
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Dull sublunary lovers' love
   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
   Those things which elemented it.
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But we, by a love so much refined
   That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
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Our two souls therefore, which are one,
   Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
   Like gold to airy thinness beat.
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If they be two, they are two so
   As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
   To move, but doth, if the other do;
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And though it in the center sit,
   Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
   And grows erect, as that comes home.
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Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
   Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
   And makes me end where I begun.
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--John Donne