sonnet 14 [donne] and minutes of saturday.

I spent yesterday with sunglasses on my face, which is comforting and makes me breathe more deeply. I made a slow breakfast with dear friends in an old creaky house. We drank chocolate milk like we were kids [and we are children]. And I slept- I am tired, friends. And I spent the afternoon with John Donne before scurrying to play a show, which is giving me such life these days. There are such treasures in this time, even while it feels so quiet and slow, in this time of restlessness. In this time I am wrestling. OH. And some comfort.

Sonnet 14 [John Donne]. BATTER MY HEART, three personed God, for you As yet 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 a usurped town, to another due, Labor to admit you, but o to no end, Reason, your viceroy in me, we should defend. But is captived, and proves weak and untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But I 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. Never chaste, except you ravish me.

Posted on March 28, 2010 and filed under writing-.