Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God, for You
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 Oh, 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 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
by John Donne (1572 – 1631)
I posted a poem a few days ago that I found especially good. This is another. I am currently finishing up my undergraduate degree and we are studying poetry in this iteration of my English class. Hence, posting of these “older” poems. This one is written in older English, so it is a bit more challenging to understand, but not any less appealing.