14 December 2007 - metaphysical poets

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Busy young fool, unruly Donne,
How dost thou thus
The vaporous
Condense to a strange thought and a strange pun?
— Metaphysical poets summarized

clue:

“Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus
Through windows and through curtains call on us?”
— John Donne

“Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.”
— Andrew Marvell

give me a clue so sweet and true

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