John Donne was born in London, England in year 1572. Samuel Johnson, an 18th Century English poet, named Donne the founder of the Metaphysical Poets. The Metaphysical Poets were a small group of poets who were able to coax their readers with the use of paradoxical images, subtle argument, inventive syntax, and imagery from art. Donne was born during a period of political and theological unrest for both England and France. He studied at many prominent schools such as Oxford and Cambridge Universities. He also studied law at Lincoln's Inn. He eventually joined the Anglican Church after his brother died in prison because of his loyalty to Catholicism. In 1601, Donne married Anne More. In 1615, Donne was named Royal Chaplain of the Anglican Church. Anne died in 1617 at the age of thirty-three. She died giving birth to what would have been their 12th child, but it was stillborn.
(http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/243)
by John Donne
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
(http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/flea.php)
I was really fascinated by The Flea. What a way to "woo" a woman. I'm sure that if a man were to use this type of "pickup" today that one of two things would happen: he would be laughed at, or he would be hit up side the head with some object (most likely a purse). It is kind of hard to tell, for me at least, if he was deeply in love with this woman or if he was just looking for a one night stand. I'm leaning more towards the fact the he was in love with this woman. When Donne writes of the two bloods mingling, this to me is a sign of true love.