The world’s whole sap is sunk: The general balm th · John Donne

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The world’s whole sap is sunk: The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed’s-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

Death and Mourning Pain and Despair

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John Donne

1572-01-22 — 1631-03-31 · Londres

John Donne was a leading figure of the metaphysical poets, renowned for his intellectual and passionate verse that explored complex themes of love, death, religion, and the human condition. His poetry is characterized by its ingenious conceits, sharp wit, and a profound exploration of spiritual and physical experiences. Donne's career spanned roles as a poet, lawyer, and Anglican priest, culminating in his appointment as Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral. His works, including "Songs and Sonnets" and "Holy Sonnets," continue to be celebrated for their originality, emotional depth, and theological insight.