National Poetry Month: Day 8

Christ and Mary at the Tomb by Joseph Brickey
by John Donne

Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shall—though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,
And life by this death abled shall control
Death, whom Thy death slew ; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death bring misery,
If in thy life-book my name thou enroll.
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which it was ;
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then sin's sleep and death soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last and everlasting day.


Earth Sign Mama said…
That poem is so complex, yet so exactly perfect. His words are so carefully used, and so precise for their purpose. It is only three sentences. He was a serious pro at manipulating the language. Wow.
Desmama said…
I can't tell you how much I'm loving these poems. I used to keep a little notebook and write down a few of my favorite poems. I lost it years ago but have been thinking of starting one again. The ones you've posted so far will be a nice start to a new poetry notebook.

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