Batter my heart, three-personed God; for youAs 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 usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, you viceroy in me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed 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
4 comments:
MAAAAAAAGNIFICENT!
Best beginning and ending line to a poem ever.
The in-between stuff is decent as well.
Megs... I love you. I will see you tomorrow night and we'll canoodle.
I can't help but noticed the blog reading is gettting VERY one sided. :P
Thomas you rock!!!
There, does u feel aww better? The irony is now that I have fixed things and my blog has stuff no one seems to check at all- and I've been such a diligent worker. Now, that's tragedy.
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