I got this book for my birthday and it's taken me a little over a month to finish it because as I often believe: you can't rush poetry. You need to sit and listen and feel it. And so I did. 

The first half of the book was spectacular. It contained his sonnets and I tabbed so many of them; my copy is now decorated with hues of blue and green tabs sticking out like frills on a cowboy jacket. 

But the second half of the book (a compilation of his elegies, epithalamia, satires, verse letters and epic poems) was less than enjoyable. Funny how they had shorter sections but it felt like it stretched on and on, and I had to speed through them. 

However, I really enjoyed John Donne. His sonnets felt like a breath of fresh air. Like opening your window and smelling dewey flowers on a sunny day. I'd definitely recommend his works to my fellow poetry lovers.