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Holy Sonnet: 14
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 usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour 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 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.
-John Donne, 1633
I've been cleaning and packing today, getting ready to leave for seminary. As I was sorting through a stack of papers to file them, I found an unopened envelope from LTSG, dated early July. Now, that's my stack for things that have already been dealt with. Things I need to do something with go elsewhere. So, it turns out, several of the things I've been scrambling to get in in the last few weeks were in that packet, which I didn't see because it got put in the wrong stack. That's the problem with living in two places. I lived at my aunt's place in town during the week while I was working, and came home for the weekends. Usually, Mom would stack my mail on my bed for me to deal with. She or Dad must have put it in the "done" pile by mistake one time, and I just didn't notice and it got buried. Aargh!
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 usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour 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 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.
-John Donne, 1633
I've been cleaning and packing today, getting ready to leave for seminary. As I was sorting through a stack of papers to file them, I found an unopened envelope from LTSG, dated early July. Now, that's my stack for things that have already been dealt with. Things I need to do something with go elsewhere. So, it turns out, several of the things I've been scrambling to get in in the last few weeks were in that packet, which I didn't see because it got put in the wrong stack. That's the problem with living in two places. I lived at my aunt's place in town during the week while I was working, and came home for the weekends. Usually, Mom would stack my mail on my bed for me to deal with. She or Dad must have put it in the "done" pile by mistake one time, and I just didn't notice and it got buried. Aargh!
