I read again John Donne's Meditation no. 17
from "Devotions upon Emergent Occasions" this morning.
I felt Donne's vivid fear of inevitable death that is reflecting from this poem as well as his thorough examination of mortal paradox although he was charismatic and highly influential priest at that time.
I love this sort of metaphysical poem due to the imagery from art , philosophy and religion using an extended metaphor known as a conceit.
I think Donn reached beyond the rational and hierarchical structures of the seventeenth century with his exacting and ingenious conceits, advancing the exploratory spirit of his time.
And a title of a novel which is a tad bit popular and written by Ernest H. also quotes this poem.
