Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
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Notice how it echoes the poem of François Villon Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? (where are the snows of yesteryears?) written more than 100 years before John Donne was born. A poem of disillusionment, where some will, inevitably, see misogynistic considerations, for the sake of political correctness.
Abrupt style of John Donne is killin' He wrote amazingly..
It is a beautiful poem and amazingly it is told.
This is a magical poem, it has an iimaginative side to it, well done
'Go and Catch a Falling Star' is a hauntingly beautiful reach for encompassing and collecting the amazing things in the world, yet he lives in a world apparently bespoiled by his distrust, or perhaps his failure in the man/woman wars we all face! His seeming position of 'moral highground' as a male over that of the 'fickle female' is a little overblown, but perhaps by so doing, actually includes himself in the seemingly ceaseless pattern of lost love and betrayal which he exudes in this wonderful work. Does his 'next-door neighbor' run from him to another man, or two, or is she pushed away?
Hmmmmm...this is intriguing.. Great job done!