This is, of course, because she would've already said the same things to two or three other men before her first could ever get back. Likewise, the lover wants to prove that his love is not creating any hindrance in the society. This poem creates a contrast between the common love of the general people and the unique love of the speaker. He says that his lover replies that neither of them is less noble for having killed the flea. We are no one to differentiate each other by the way of our status, cast or action. Although their bodies will be in separate graves when they die, their eternal souls will be reunited when they are resurrected. The poet depicts the fear of separation of the lovers and at the same time by the end of the poem he praises the beauty of love and their connected souls.
They love each other from the bottom of their heart. Let sea discoveries to new worlds have gone, Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess our world; each hath one and is one. His body will go with him and he will not miss his heart. The speaker being a man cannot force her to have physical intimacy. As the virtuous men die silently and without any complaint, they should also take a peaceful leave as their love is also virtuous one.
As a master of using extended metaphor, he has used the image of compass here as a conceit. Someone with whom we can share all our emotions, our feeling of pain and joy. Being angry at your wife is one thing and beating her out of anger is other. Why should intent or reason, born in me,Make sins, else equal, in me more heinous? Their souls being joined is all well and good, but to propagate and have children, their bodies need to come together too. The poet now says that if any beautiful thing he has ever seen is the reflection of his beloved.
So, basically, they will find their place in the love sonnets. Both their ashes will be amalgamated or get merged if kept together. How shall she know my heart ; or having none, Know thee for one? What undoes Death in the larger scheme of things is Death itself, and the irony is present in its sparkling brilliance in the sonnet. He is scared that God will not absolve his sins before he dies, and he will then not be able to enter into heaven. Addressing Death as a person, the speaker warns Death against pride in his power. He urges her to repent now rather than face his wrath later. The lover then moves on to loftier claims.
Not only is Death the servant of other powers and essentially impotent to truly kill anyone, but also Death is itself destined to die when, as in the Christian tradition, the dead are resurrected to their eternal reward. There is no such thing as a wholly isolated individual. The lover also asks the sun to relax as he is growing old performing his duties to warm the world which is worthless and should be reconciled by warming the narrator and his lover by considering the room to be the circumference of the earth sphere and their bed to be the center of the circumference sphere. This poem is composed up of nine stanzas containing four lines in each stanza. He says that he can eclipse the sun rays with a wink. She will ask her living lover for help, but he will turn away, leaving her alone to fear him.
It is literally a hyperbole of the highest order. Today proud of her youth and beauty she is triumphant like a beautiful flower, standing high on its stalk. While it's unclear when Donne originally composed 'The Flea,' it was first published in 1633, two years after his death. She will always lean in his direction, just like the center leg of the compass. What we can say with some firmness is that the sun, which marks the passage of earthly time, is rejected as an authority.
Their respective worlds have now been fused into one. He says that he does not care about how much the sea discoverers expand the boundaries of the world with their discoveries. It is important to notice how in contradistinction with the view of Death as non-existence, as the dark void in Christian philosophy, the poet injects inexorability into his envisioning of Death as undergoing the same transcendence at its own demise, as a conceived embodiment of human impulses and sensations. His precision of wording in this poem is praise worthy. All of this is unlike the worldly fear that people have after an earthquake, trying to determine what the motions and cleavages mean.
This is a monstrous, bold comparison, a hyperbole of the highest order. But it should be noted that he confesses that he had sexual relations with other women in the past in which he saw the perfect face of his beloved. Nor does it have a western hemisphere which has to bid farewell to the sun. He has seen the birth of her beauty, and how it continued to grow every day. He says that no one would consider it a sin or shameful for their bodily fluids to mix inside a bug, so why don't they just swap fluids in bed? But, when she does not listen to him and kills the flea in the third stanza, he raises a question what was the sin of that little life. The poet, therefore, permits his heart to stay behind and continue with his love-making.