I love the way poets can bring things that are totally disconnected together to make sense. Of course, that is because we, and everything about our lovely world, is very connected in the first place. 269 altre parole
Tag » John Donne
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tir’d with standing though he never fight.
I’ve only recently started reading Donne’s work, and have I been missing out. This is one of my favorites from his sequence of “Holy Sonnets.” 133 altre parole