I watched “Tristan and Isolde” a couple of weeks ago. Enjoyed it a lot. Its not the best flick ever made, but it’s good entertainment none the less. In it’s genre (think: Robin Hood – Prince of Thieves, or Braveheart, etc.) it’s average, but when you like this genre it’s an evening well spend.

During the film a part of a poem written by sixteenth century poet John Donne is spoken by Isolde. I love it:

The Good-Morrow
by John Donne

I Wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean’d till then ?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den ?
‘Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die