Busy old fool, unruly Sun,

Why dost thou thus,

Through windows, and through curtains, call on
us?

Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?

Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,

Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,

Call country ants to harvest offices,

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of
time.

 

Thy beams, so reverend and strong

Why shouldst thou think?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

But that I would not lose her sight so long:

If her eyes have not blinded thine,

Look, and tomorrow late, tell me

Whether both the’Indias of spice and mine

Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.

Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,

And thou shalt hear: ‘All here in one bed lay.’


 

She’is all states, and all princes I,

Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compar’d to this,

All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.

Thou, sun, art half as happy’as we,

In that the world’s contracted thus;

Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;

This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

For many people the sun is the centre of the universe. However, in The Sun Rising, John Donne implies that the speaker’s love affair is so important, that the centre of the universe is his bedroom. “This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.”

Indeed, the sun is a mere inconvenience to the man in love. “Busy old fool, unruly Sun/Why dost thou thus,/Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?”. The speaker doesn’t want the sun interrupting his love life. He doesn’t need outside interference, as his inner feelings give him the satisfaction that he needs.

This idea of inner feelings giving satisfaction rather than a meaning coming from the outside world can also be seen in Denny Bradbury’s Searching, Searching, Searching.

This work by Denny was inspired by an observation of someone who is always looking for an outside balance to life. However, like the speaker in The Sun Rising, Denny believes that it’s inside that the answer will be found. Denny may not have been inspired by love, like the speaker in Donne’s work, but it’s clear that she believes nature may not be the centre of the universe in terms of personal feelings :

‘Within myself the answer lies’.

Like Donne, there is a clear distinction in Denny’s work between the outside world and the world inside your body. “the grass between your feet/is soft and green and welcoming/the place where two worlds meet.” For Denny, the outside world is not as much as a distraction compared to the speaker in The Sun Rising.

Denny shows how life goes on despite the constant change of nature and the outside world: ‘So when the rain blots out the sun/or wind whips clouds in view/ ’tis certain sure I will survive/of all, now, this is true.’ This idea is also seen through Donne’s speaker, who also believes that true feelings can eclipse whatever the outside world can throw at you. ‘Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,/Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of
time.’

Searching, Searching, Searching

Searching, searching always searching

the grass beneath your feet

is soft and green and welcoming

the place where two worlds meet.

 

Look down and see the planet earth

so brown and green and blue

look up and there is more to come

the light shines down on you.

 

“Oh where oh where is what I seek

what is my soul to do?

There is nothing new for me yet

I need to know the who,

 

the whys and wherefores, how its done

what makes us stand alone

our need to drive the rest to ground

what price the moral zone?

 

Within myself the answer lies

for it is plain to see

expose the heart that rests and hides

and there is more to me.

 

So when the rain blots out the sun

or wind whips clouds in view

’tis certain sure I will survive

of all, now, this is true.

 

I stand before the world to show

that this is how I’m made

naked as through the glass of life

no longer in the shade!

From plains that reel to southward, dim,

The road runs by me white and bare;

Up the steep hill it seems to swim

Beyond, and melt into the glare.

Upward half-way, or it may be

Nearer the summit, slowly steals

A hay-cart, moving dustily

With idly clacking wheels.

By his cart’s side the wagoner

Is slouching slowly at his ease,

Half-hidden in the windless blur

Of white dust puffing to his knees.

This wagon on the height above,

From sky to sky on either hand,

Is the sole thing that seems to move
In all the heat-held land.



Beyond me in the fields the sun
Soaks in the grass and hath his will;

I count the marguerites one by one;

Even the buttercups are still.

On the brook yonder not a breath

Disturbs the spider or the midge.

The water-bugs draw close beneath

The cool gloom of the bridge.



Where the far elm-tree shadows flood

Dark patches in the burning grass,

The cows, each with her peaceful cud,

Lie waiting for the heat to pass.

From somewhere on the slope near by

Into the pale depth of the noon

A wandering thrush slides leisurely

His thin revolving tune.



In intervals of dreams I hear

The cricket from the droughty ground;

The grasshoppers spin into mine ear

A small innumerable sound.

I lift mine eyes sometimes to gaze:

The burning sky-line blinds my sight:

The woods far off are blue with haze:

The hills are drenched in light.



And yet to me not this or that

Is always sharp or always sweet;
In the sloped shadow of my hat
I lean at rest, and drain the heat;
Nay more, I think some blessèd power

Hath brought me wandering idly here:

In the full furnace of this hour

My thoughts grow keen and clear.

Throughout Heat, Lampman describes the effect of extreme heat on nature, including people. Lampman says the sun hath his will, showing how nature cannot be controlled by man. He also implies that nature can control his feelings, In the full furnace of this hour / My thoughts grow keen and clear.

Just like Lampman, Denny Bradbury is also inspired by nature. She also looks at nature controlling human emotions. In a poem from her recent collection, inspired by sitting and watching field of horses and noticing how the natural and animal world reacts and adjusts to extreme heat, she says shadows are drawing me in / to twilight rest. For Denny, the end of the sunlight, the natural end to the day, makes her tired.

Butterflies mate on the wing in clusters
Bumblebees bumble into wild mallow
heady with the heat
horses run to escape the fly
in quick retreat

garden swing swinging cushion soft
bird on the wing winging aloft
sun dips slowly west
shadows are drawing me into twilight rest

cool haven of night sky offering calm
respite from this hottest of summers
stars appearing to overcome
the brilliant light of day shine in their
navy blue dome

Like Lampman, Bradbury focuses on the effects the heat has on animals, Butterflies mate on the wing in clusters / Bumblebees bumble into wild mallow / heady with the heat / horses run to escape the fly / in quick retreat. These animals react to the heat, with one animal’s action having a knock on effect to others.

Whereas Bradbury portrays a picture of constant movement, Lampman’s Heat describes a scene almost frozen in time. Even the buttercups are still.
/ On the brook yonder not a breath
/ Disturbs the spider or the midge. / The water-bugs draw close beneath
/ The cool gloom of the bridge.