Sanctified Poetry

I am no so well today (due to a bad first experience cooking a turkey), so I will not be writing a post today, but I do have a good one planned for tomorrow, Lord willing of course. In the mean time, feel free to enjoy some John Donne with me.

Batter my heart, three-person’d God; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me (John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV).

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4 replies

  1. This sonnet is pretty much the best thing we read in Brit Lit this year. I have all kinds of respect for John Donne…


  2. It is quite the Calvinistic literary achievement. Literature does not get much better. Well, except for Gerard Manly Hopkins.


  3. This is one of my favorite writings outside of Scripture…


  4. So good that it deserves to be commented on twice.:)


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