I haven't done a "Poem of the Month" post for such a long time! I thought I would share, just for fun, a poem that I'm working on memorizing and analyzing in the course of my Poetry and Poetics class this semester. The poet, John Donne, is one of my favorites; if you don't know it, look up his sonnet "Batter My Heart". Here's an unnamed poem; it's a rather bitter piece, but stunningly well-written.
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
And who cleft the Devil's foot.
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee.
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
False, till I come, to two or three.