Thursday, May 08, 2014

I, Except You Enthrall Me, Never Shall Be Free

Holy Sonnet 14
by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
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,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d 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.


  1. Itinérante1:49 AM

    Sir Brandon,
    Again, this is really beautiful!

    I find your choices of poems very wonderful but sometimes I have a hard time to know how they should sound (English is my third learned language)

    Have you ever thought of making recordings of the poems you post?
    Sorry if I bother with all my comments.

  2. branemrys5:55 AM

    Not a bother at all! I haven't thought much about recording any of the poems I post; I'm not sure what would be the best way to do that.

  3. MrsDarwin10:25 AM

  4. Itinérante2:07 AM

    Wow. Thank you!!


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