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“Impossible to isolate

his ecstasy, his sensuality, and his cynicism.”

TS Eliot

“[Donne’s poetry] objects to the heroic and sublime,

and it objects to the simplification and separation of the mental faculties”

TS Eliot

A thought to Donne was an experience;

it modified his sensibility.”

TS Eliot

the first thing to know about Donne is that he was a Catholic. The second thing to know is that he betrayed his faith

John Carey

His conviction that a

poem is worth writing if it includes him in some way

Antonio S Oliver

Donne's disturbing and mysogynistic menace

Bill Phillips

Although the main focus of both poems

(Holy Sonnets 10 and 17) is death, Donne's ego manages to steal the spotlight.

Antonio S Oliver

[Donne's poetry] is less an expression of love than a record of rape.

Steve Davies

Donne saw in his wife Anne

a glimpse of the glory of God, and in human love a revelation of the nature of Divine Love.

Elvis Rowan

[Donne's holy images] bridge

the gap between sense and spirit.

John Phillips

Donne has a habit

of grabbing your lapels and demanding the attention of the reader



Neil King

He seemed to shapeshift

his way through life

Matthew Curry

"A rhetorician, not a poet"

Thomas De Quincey

"The briefest

of images can sometimes blossom into the most complex of thoughts"

Joe Nutt

"Idea of religious worship,

sin, penitence and frank physical sexuality are combined in an almost shocking conclusion."

Joe Nutt

The idea of damnation

paled in imaginative horror before the ghostly interval between death and rebirth

Ramie Targoff

Nothing could approximate

the horror of losing himself within the collect mass of the dead

Ramie Targoff