connection may seem reckless, but in literature, everything is possible;). Take for example the line of metaphysical poet John Donne (1572-1631 ).
Flea
Look, a flea: This view will defeat your opposition -
That's what I want, how small is it.
sucked blood from my, now with your body;
Both of our blood in himself so embarrassed.
But I did not obruszysz it,
not call it sin, shame, loss of honor;
But insect before him who crush,
swollen blood, he used himself, after all:
more done than we did in this world.
No, let her go, after which three życiom bring destruction? This flea
binds us more than to the wedding,
is me and you, call it a możem
Wedding temple and a double bed;
While your pet, the parents objections, we already
wall surrounded the black and alive.
Kill me in this flea, as it does not stand;
But this will be yours and suicide, and sacrilege
: thus three crimes.
Oh, so, however, okrutnico nice
innocent blood stain on your nails?
And the wine wherewith unfortunate creature?
That you got drunk a drop of fresh blood?
itself, after all you can see that it's not changing:
not see the signs of our weakness. So
abandon terror, has not refrained my body:
About the only difference you will have fewer parts,
How your life this flea's death took
Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak
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with Donne's poetry came into contact in college, but despite the efforts of our teachers was my understanding fleeting. Only after many years of reading their own poems of the poet's appreciation of his talent. The word "art" here is probably even more relevant, I would recommend at least "On reaching the bed," . As for the person brought up in a devout Catholic family, Donne wrote a very courageous. By the way his resume was as interesting as his music;).
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