All the Ayre is thy Diocese
And all the chirping Queristers
And other birds ar thy parishioners
Thou marryest every yeare
The Lyrick Lark, and the graue whispering Doue,
The Sparrow that neglects his life for loue,
The houshold bird with the redd stomacher
Thou makst the Blackbird speede as soone,
As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halcyon
The Husband Cock lookes out and soone is spedd
And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed.
This day more cheerfully than ever shine
This day which might inflame thy selfe old Valentine.
- John Donne (1572-1631)
A slightly belated Valentine from Poetry Corner, courtesy of John Donne. In this poem (written for the marriage of Elizabeth, daughter of James I), Donne dedicates Nature to Valentine; the air is his diocese, birds his choristers – and Donne presents us with that gorgeous image of the ‘houshold bird’ with its ‘redd stomacher’. For Donne, Man and Nature are the same; a robin can wear a stomacher, a hen has a feather-bed in his anthropomorphised world, where everything works towards faith. His joy at the start of spring also functions as a dedication to a saint, so that his love of nature is never far from mankind.