John Donne

John Donne is weird.

I have to start by saying that. His poetry is descriptively gross. He tend to compare things that are so drastically different that the comparison feels like a bit of a stretch. The best example of this is in the Flea. Donne compares the love between a man and a woman to a flea that has tasted the blood from both of them. His poems are weirdly sexual but not in an attractive kind of way. While he wrote about love and beauty, I found myself asking John Donne to stop because I was getting uncomfortable.