A Conversation With John Donne
"So what's been happening?" he said
sounding awfully Southern Californian
for the Dean of St.Paul's.
I wasn't sure if he was in his "Holy Sonnets" mood
or in his "Jack the Rake" phase, so I hesitated
before answering, but then said the truth.
"I've been falling in love," I said,
"with I woman I've known for years,
but have now come to know in a different way."
He looked skeptical. I remembered his line
about it being easier to get a plant pregnant
than to find a faithful woman, and that even
if she's faithful when you first meet her
it won't be long before she's screwing around
with several guys. This is his cynical side.
"What can I tell you," I said, "we've gotten so close,
we're like an e-mail and its reply,
connected to one another, as one sails off
into cyberspace to find the other,
the other's composing an answer to return.
Such is she to me, who must
like my other self, click on her mouse
to send our words full circle, a pulse just
sent in an instant from her place to my house."
"Nice conceit," he said, "I get the sexual reference,
to "her mouse," and how "must" and "just"
evoke "lust," but what the hell is e-mail?"