…except you ravish mee

Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
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,
Labour 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 lov’d faine,
But am betroth’d unto your enemie,
Divorce mee,’untie, or breake that knot againe,
Take me to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

John Donne, Holy Sonnets, 1633.

One Reply to “…except you ravish mee”

  1. John donne is always a good read. Mark Jarman (who teaches at vanderbilt) has written in his books “Questions for Ecclesiastes” a collection of “unholy sonnets”–I find the contrast of their poetry very interesting.

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