Holy Sonnet 14, by John Donne

I tried to say it better, but couldn’t. So here’s a blog post of the old school variety for you (and yes, you really should read it. You won’t regret it, or your money back).

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 a usurped town, to another due,

Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;

Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captivated, 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.

Copied without any permission whatsoever from here and here. Maybe God should batter my tendency toward copyright infringement, first.


One thought on “Holy Sonnet 14, by John Donne

  1. I love this poem! (Clearly, I’m still creepin’ around your blog.) Some of the greatest words ever written in the English language. The sonnet, that is. Not your blog. Separating thoughts has never been my strong suite.

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