The Dissolution

The Dissolution by John Donne (1633)

The poem's speaker announces that his beloved is dead, and reflects that everything which dies resolves back into its first elements. He and she were mutual elements to each other, each made of the other, so his body now involves hers within it. The elements of which he consists — fire, air, water, and earth — grow abundant and burdensome in him because of her death, nourishing him not but smothering him instead. He names these materials directly: his fire is passion, his sighs are air, his tears are water, and his sad despair is earth. These materials were nearly worn out through the long security of love, but her death repairs them to his loss, replenishing what love had exhausted. He reflects that he might have gone on living long in this wretched state, except that his fire grows together with his fuel, feeding itself rather than dying down. He compares this process to active kings whose foreign conquests bring them treasure: such kings receive more and spend more, and so soonest break or exhaust themselves. He marvels, amazed that he can even speak of it, that this death has, with his store of grief, increased his use — meaning the very loss that should diminish him instead accelerates his own consumption. His soul, he concludes, will be more earnestly released from his body because of this increase, and will outstrip hers in the race toward death and dissolution. He illustrates this with the image of bullets fired from a gun: a later bullet, fired with more gunpowder behind it, may overtake and pass a bullet that was fired before it. In the same way, his soul, driven by the intensified grief and passion her death has produced in him, will catch up to and overtake her soul, though hers departed first.

By John Donne · First published 1633 · Genre: Metaphysical Poetry, Elegy, Love Poetry · 258 words

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She's dead; and all which die / To their first elements resolve; / And we were mutual elements to us, / And made of one another. / My body then doth hers involve, / And those things whereof I consist hereby / In me abundant grow, and burdenous, / And nourish not, but smother. / My fire of passion, sighs of air, / Water of tears, and earthy sad despair, / Which my materials be, / But near worn out by love's security, / She, to my loss, doth by her death repair. / And I might live long wretched so, / But that my fire doth with my fuel grow. / Now, as those active kings / Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, / Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break, / This-which I am amazed that I can speak- / This death, hath with my store / My use increased. / And so my soul, more earnestly released, / Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown before / A later bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more.

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metaphysical poetry · love and loss · mortality · spiritual dissolution · baroque · extended metaphor · death · physical separation · grief · body and soul · transience · melancholy

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