Sunday, February 3, 2008

Batter my heart...

Though I am a day late for the Feast of St. Brigid, here is my contribution to the Silent Poetry Reading.

John Donne was always dear to my mother's heart, and she had us memorise many of his poems when I was growing up. Here is a sonnet that battered my heart last semester, and I hope that these "best words in the best order" speak to you, too.

Holy Sonnet XIV
John Donne

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 usurpt town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, 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.

1 comment:

Kittenears said...

It's a good thing when someone else loves John Donne.

You made me smile! I hope you have a lovely day today, too.