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the broken heart
by: John donne
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[LostPrincess13]

Oooh!:D This is my favorite poem of his!:D What do you want to know about it?:)

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SYMBOLES IF THERE >>
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[LostPrincess13]

THE BROKEN HEART.
by John Donne


He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love's hands it come !
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.

from http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/broken.htm

Well, evidently the poem's subject matter is about love. The first stanza says how insane anyone is who claims he is in love for an hour, for love is never destroyed in that short of a time. In fact, "it can ten in less space devour" or "destroy" or take hold of ten men's hearts in much less time than that. Donne likens love to a plague, a sickness that quickly kills its victims, a flask of gunpowder that can explode any second now. Here, love is described as something swift and violent.

From what I understood from the second stanza, love is different from all other things for it takes up all the spaces in one's heart and mind. Other problems can't compare to the troubles of the heart. A lost job is nothing compared to a lost wife or husband. In order to find something, we search for them-- a career, a dream, an adventure. But again, love is different. One doesn't go out and find it, for it will never be found that way. It is love that finds us, and no one is safe from it. It can affect a mass of people the same way soldiers are affected by a chain shot. In this stanza also, hearts are likened to fry of which love, the pike, feeds on.

In the third stanza, Donne addresses his lady love, asking if it weren't true, then what became of his heart when he first saw her? "I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me." If it had gone to her, however, his heart would have taught her to treat him more nicely. But instead, love had shattered his heart into pieces "like glass".

The last stanza, I believe brings the hint of hope in loving again. For even though his heart is broken, it is still there only in pieces. It still functions, loves, wishes, adores, as said so in the lines: "And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore..." . At alas, after one such love, a love perhaps so strong, it cannot love the same way again.

I hope this has been helpful to you. Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.:) I had fun doing this.:D

[JBI]

It's a concept based on the notion of true love. The time of love, he argues, is the whole life, because the heart can never be made whole again. To love one hour, like he says, cannot possibly be true. To love, would be to always love, because one can only love once. Adore he can, praise he can, but he can never love again, because the love has caused him to lose the ability, symbolized by the shattering of the mirror/heart.

It's though, I must admit, a pretty boring poem.