How could John Donne’s head work while writing The Flea? Or if he wrote this poem with his heart, how could his heart work? I really wonder it and worry about him and his lover. J

All joking aside, I admire him as he could think in this way. I mean who could associate a relation with  a flea before he did. If I were the lady he mention in the poet, I would think where he find me from. If I were the flea in the poem, I would think why me through many fleas in the nature. J Whatever, fortunately we are none of them and probably couldn’t be. I am not a critic, I just make some comments about the poem without wishing to lay down the law. I really like the poem because I like seeing different points of view.

This is most interesting poem I have ever read. I think by means of such poems we have much more fun in English Literature lessons this semestr.