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Just some poetry expressing what I've been learning lately. The first is John Donne. The second is me. No, I don't think I'm anywhere near as good as him. That's why I put my poetry up paired with a real poem. So I remember how bad I am at it.
Batter my heart, three-person'd 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 usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, 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 betroth'd 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.
Inward, forever inward do I stare
but not with admiration or with love.
I shudder at the slime I can't remove;
tremble beneath the weight of my despair.
The sour pit within conceals my soul,
a loathsome spider feeding on itself,
consuming always, not content with wealth;
always empty, unwilling to be whole.
But there is One who sees the spider hide.
His light forever shines above the deep
and bids me come and drink, and He will keep
me full and whole beside His river wide.
But do I dare to step into the light?
Or will I stay to feed another night?
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