Sunday, March 28, 2010

John Donne: Holy Sonnet VII

Since this week leads up to Easter and celebration of the Resurrection, today's sabbath sonnet comes from John Donne, whose Holy Sonnet VII so vividly imagines the return to bodies.

Holy Sonnet VII
by John Donne

At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ;
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there.   Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood. 

Photo: flickr - globevisions

1 comment:

  1. Gorgeous. Now I see how this stuff made you decide to drop law school. :)