John Donne
January 24th, 2006 | Published in Poetry
The poet John Donne was born today in 1573. If you have never heard of him or know little about him, I encourage you to read a brief biography on him. I celebrate by quoting one of his famous poems, “Batter My Heart” (spelling modernized):
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 oh, 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.