A metaphysical poem. The universe, our human spirit, and this dramatic thing called life. A definition of love or rather, a love of definition. Wit, irony, and wordplay.
This is one of my favorites from one of the metaphysical poets.
THE DEFINITION OF LOVE.
by Andrew Marvell
As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
It was begotten by Despair,
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.
Us as the distant poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),
Not by themselves to be embraced,
And earth some new convulsion tear.
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.