The Computation
The Computation
by John Donne

The Computation Analysis

Symbols, Imagery, Wordplay

Welcome to the land of symbols, imagery, and wordplay. Before you travel any further, please know that there may be some thorny academic terminology ahead. Never fear, Shmoop is here. Check out our...

Form and Meter

Rhyming Couplets in Iambic PentameterThe content of this poem is hard to wrap your mind around, so fortunately the form is standard English Renaissance stuff. The poem consists of five rhyming coup...

Speaker

The speaker is aging thousands of times faster than the rest of us. Well, no, it's not a Sci-Fi poem, the speaker is just a dramatic person and a massive exaggerator. He's the kind of person who wa...

Setting

This poem is set in a kind of Twilight Zone, with its own laws of reality and no identifiable landmarks of any kind. Almost no concrete objects are mentioned, except for "tears," "sighs," and a fai...

Sound Check

The sound of "The Computation" is centered on the five distinct couplets (two lines). There is not enjambment in this poem at all, and the only example we can find is the transition between lines 9...

What's Up With the Title?

"The Computation" is a witty and ironic title for this poem. It fits a pattern in which many of Donne's poems are titled, "The [Noun]," like, "The Flea," and "The Anniversary." A "computation" just...

Calling Card

Apostrophe – "Oh, Thou! I Love Thou!"John Donne must have been a very direct person, because his speakers always seem to be looking in the eye of some off-stage figure, and speaking to him or...

Tough-O-Meter

(4) Base Camp"The Computation" has a single, "metaphysical conceit," which it rides like a wave until the end. The poem's laser-like focus helps the reader stay focused, too, even when the syntax b...

Brain Snacks

The real John Donne was just as love-struck as the speaker of this poem. Donne married his wife Anne More secretly and against the wishes of her father, and he was thrown into jail for it. (Source)...

Sex Rating

GThis poem is as sticky-sweet with non-sexual romantic love, like a Popsicle melting on a picnic bench in the summer sun. Bring the kids, and let's have a barbecue.

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