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 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 to your enemy.
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, shall never be free,
Nor ever chaste except you ravish me.
1 comment:
My favoritist poem of all poemses!!!
I once wrote a response sonnet to this sonnet when I was in high school and then read it again just a couple years ago and realized that my sonnet was actually borderline heretical! =/ Donne's sonnet is incredible, though, and quite beautifully orthodox too!
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