predicted their attitudes, maybe even their brilliance, from the Satires and Elegies. What is extraordinary is that Donne wrote a large handful of poems that magnificently represent what we normally mean by lovemutual, assured, exclusive, passionate, consummated, and committed. Donne was one of the creators of this conception. When he gave up the ideal of indifference and invulnerability, he came upon this other ideal. That this possibility could existand that he could experience itstruck him as little short of miraculous. His greatest love poems are filled with wonder and delight at the way in which shared and consummated love creates the experience of transcendence within the material world. "The good-morrow" seems to present this conception "dawning" on the speaker. Through contemplating the meaning of consummation, of mutuality, and of sincerity, a strange possibility occurs to Donne (or his "speaker"). He recalls a premise of Aristotelian physics"Whatever dyes, was not mixt equally." Equality raises the possibility of permanence.
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In another morning poem, "The Sunne Rising," Donne more militantly asserts the exemption of this one thingmutually shared lovefrom the most basic rule that governs the universe, the rule of change: "Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clyme, / Nor howres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time." It is no accident that many years later in his life, after he had taken orders in the Church of England, Donne said of the mercy of God: "The names of first or last derogate from it, for first and last are but ragges of time."
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Donne knew exactly what he was doing in these poems. Celebration, for him, did not require any suspension of his critical faculties or of the kinds of awareness embodied in the "cynical" poems. "The good-morrow" knows that the two lovers could be watching each other intently out of fear of betrayal. "The Sunne Rising" knows that its hyperboles are so outrageous as to call attention to their (literal) falsity. But capturing an emotional, not a literal, truth was the point. "A Lecture upon the Shadow" seems to bring cynicism right into the heart of the love experience. This poem uses noon rather than dawn as its moment. Noon becomes a metaphor of total candor"a brave clearenesse'' between the lovers. Any hint of falsity will create a shadowor rather, it will bring on total darkness since, in the realm of love, "his first minute, after noone, is night." This sounds horribly pessimistic, but the point, as in "The good-morrow," is that love, unlike the sun and the earth, can continue "growing, or full constant."
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