John Donne

Being one who was perhaps a little too obstinate in my GCSE English lessons (Why can’t the fact that Jane Eyre is sitting in a rock in the middle of a big river just be describing a river which the Brontes knew? Why must it be a symbol of her inner turmoil?) I have come somewhat late to appreciate certain aspects of this nation’s literary heritage.

Pootling around on the internet, trying to find the second line to a poem I half remembered (Marvell’s ‘To a Coy Mistress’) I came across this link to John Donne and started reading and to my great delight, actually enjoyed myself.

Leopard. Changing spots. Can be done.

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