John Donne
JOHN DONNE (1572-1631)
Poems, &c. By John Donne, late Dean of St. Pauls. With elegies on the author’s death. To which is added divers copies under his own hand, never before printed.
In the Savoy [London]: Printed by T.N. for Henry Herringman, at the sign of the anchor, in the lower-walk of the New-Exchange, 1669
Wing lists this as the 7th ed.
From the collection of Stanley Marcus. Gift of Linda Marcus, 2003.
JOHN DONNE (1572-1631)
The essential Donne, selected and with an introduction by Amy Clampitt.
New York: Ecco Press, 1988
JOHN DONNE (1572-1631)
The essential Donne, selected and with an introduction by Amy Clampitt.
New York: Ecco Press, 1988
Second copy, with variant cover design.
John Donne in California
Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or is
Jerusalem? pondered John Donne,
who never stood among these strenuous,
huge, wind-curried hills, their green
gobleted just now with native poppies’
opulent red-gold, where New World lizards run
among strange bells, thistles wear the guise
of lizards, and one shining oak is poison;
or cast an eye on lofted strong-arm
redwoods’ fog-fondled silhouette,
their sapling wisps among the ferns in time
more his (perhaps) than our compeer: here at
the round earth’s numbly imagined rim,
its ridges drowned in the irradiating vat
of evening, the land ends; the magnesium
glare whose unbridged nakedness is bright
beyond imagining, begins. John Donne,
I think, would have been more at home
than the frail wick of metaphor I’ve brought
to see by, and cannot, for the conflagration
of this nightfall’s utter strangeness.
--Amy Clampitt