The Computation

John Donne

John Donne portrait

1572 to 1631

Poem Image

For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,
I scarce beleev'd, thou could'st be gone away,
For forty more, I fed on favours past,
And forty'on hopes, that thou would'st, they might last.
Teares drown'd one hundred, and sighes blew out two, 
A thousand, I did neither thinke, nor doe,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life; But thinke that I
Am, by being dead, Immortall; Can ghosts die? 

Comments

No comments yet. Be the first to comment!

Want to join the discussion? Reopen or create a unique username to comment. No personal details required!

Poet portrait