POETRY JOURNAL HW (due 2/22/07)

The Computation
John Donne
Contemporary Poet
S: The person lost in love
O: Losing what he once had
A: Anybody listening to him/ himself
P: To express his emotions and fears
S: Lost love
Tone: expressive, sad
This poem is one of the poems that a person reads and gets but they do not know how to but it in words. When I first read this poem is ways obvious to me what the author was saying, but it was very hard to put into words, the meaning I had deciphered from it. The speaker expresses that “for my first twenty years, since yesterday” he has just dropped to reality. Meaning he had just realized that he had lived in a world that did not excited. He lived in his own world and in this world he longed to be with his lost love. He tells the reader that even if a thousand years past his thoughts of her would not cease. It is very interesting how he ends because he ends by asking a question. He explains how he is dead internally and asks if it is possible for him to die of deception again. I say again because it seems like at the beginning he had been rejected, and because of this he had entered into this world were he did not realize what was happening. I also really like the title of the poem because he is like counting or making a list and realizing that a lot of time has past and he has not even noticed.
In my poem I tried to make it short like the original poem. But instead of writing about somebody I love or how I never moved on, I will like to talk about how long it has been since I talked to my dad. I never really talked to my dad and the last time I talked to him he said he did not care about me. In the poem I will like to talk about the last time I talked to him and how that has affected the way I look at different situations. I decided not to end in a question like he did but in a resolution.
The Computation
For my first eighteen years, since yesterday,
I scarce believe thou couldst be so cold
For thirteen more I fed on imaginary longings
And thirteen on hopes that thou wouldst they might last
Tears drown’d my everlasting hopes, and sighs released my deception of you
A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, my thinking and believing in you
Or in a thousand more, changing your views
Yet call this not vital to change ones life, but I
Am, inside dead at last.

