Holy Sonnet XIV

This week’s poem is inspired by the sermon at Evensong at the Cathedral Church of St. James, where the sermon was about John Donne.

Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to med;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee,’and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due,
Labout to’admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearely’I love you,’and would be loved faine,
But am betroth’d unto your enemie:
Divocre mee,’untie, or breake that knot againe,
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

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