March 25, 2004

• I'm in English class, and we're reading this poem... It's by John Donne.

  
  

  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,
  Labour to admit You, but Oh! to no end.
  Reason, Your viceroy in me, me should defend,
  But is captived, and proves weak and 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 enthral me, never shall be free,
  Nor ever chaste, except You ravish me.

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