poet John Donne

John Donne

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Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart

Batter my heart, three-personed 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 usurped town, to'another due,
Labor 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 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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Form: Sonnet

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  • Ruth Summersides (11/4/2015 1:58:00 PM)

    Oh what a wonderful, passionate poem about a man, who is struggling to overcome his so called, to strive to be godly and not so mortal.

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