
John Donne addresses his beloved, promising to defy destiny by having their love story preserved in writing so that posterity will know of it. He proposes she compile their letters into "annals" that will surpass in fame the Sibyl, and other women renowned through Pindar, Lucan, and Homer. This book of their correspondence, studied as a manuscript, will serve as a rule and example to all whom love's fire touches, and no schismatic will be able to doubt the faith recorded in it. Donne calls this compiled book as enduring as the elements or the world's very form, an all-graved tome written in cipher or a new idiom, with the two lovers serving as instruments of Love's clergy. He declares that if the Vandals and Goths were to invade again, learning would remain safe within this book alone, sufficient for schools to learn sciences, spheres to learn music, and angels to learn verse. He describes how different readers will find in the book what they seek. Love's divines will find all of divinity, since divinity is love or wonder—whether they favor abstract spiritual love, with souls exhaled toward what they cannot see, or, distrusting the infirmity of faith, prefer something visible and usable; for though the mind is the heaven where love sits, beauty may serve as a fitting type to figure it. Lawyers, Donne says, will find in the book more than in their own volumes: by what titles mistresses belong to their lovers, and how prerogative is transferred from Love himself to womankind—women who, though they exact great subsidies from heart and eyes, forsake the one who relies on them, giving as their excuse honour or conscience, which are as vain as chimeras. Statesmen, or at least those among them who can read, will find in the book the grounds of their occupation, since love and statecraft alike are deadly wounded if one examines what they truly are; those who excel in both are those who govern the present well while none dares tell of their weakness. Donne notes that in this book such statesmen will find something, just as some readers find alchemy hidden in the Bible. Finally, Donne instructs his love to vent her thoughts into the book while he studies her from abroad, as one who withdraws to a distance the better to take the measure of great heights. He explains that presence best proves how great a love is, but absence tests how long that love will endure. Just as one takes the latitude of the sun or stars by viewing them at their brightest, so there is no other way to determine longitude than by marking when and where dark eclipses occur.
By John Donne · First published 1633 · Genre: Love Poetry, Metaphysical Poetry, Dedicatory Poetry · 718 words
I'll tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do / To anger destiny, as she doth us; / How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus, / And how posterity shall know it too; / How thine may out-endure / Sibyl's glory, and obscure / Her who from Pindar could allure, / And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame, / And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and name.
A Valediction to his Book is listed on Textopian as a poem by John Donne, dated 1633 CE.
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metaphysical-poetry · valediction · farewell · personification · conceit · metapoetic · self-reflexive · literary-immortality · baroque-style · intellectual-wit · philosophical-meditation · author-text-relationship