When it comes to the theme of unrequited love, John Donne and his metaphysical poetry are at their best! And, in ‘Twickenham Garden’, beloved Donne gives a dosage of heartfelt emotions to the readers.
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
‘What My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why’ is an Italian sonnet about being unable to recall what made one happy in the past.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh