Skip to comments.Resurrection, Imperfect
Posted on 04/16/2006 8:57:58 AM PDT by sionnsar
SLEEP sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
As yet, the wound thou tookst on friday last;
Sleepe then, and rest; The world may beare thy stay,
A better Sun rose before thee to day,
Who, not content toenglighten all that dwell
On the earths face, as thou, enlightned hell,
And made the darke fires languish in that vale,
As, at thy presence here, our fires grow pale.
Whose body having walkd on earth, and now
Hasting to Heaven, would, that he might allow
Himselfe unto all stations, and fill all,
For these three daies become a minerall;
Hee was all gold when he lay downe, but rose
All tincture, and doth not alone dispose
Leaden and iron wills to good, but is
Of power to make even sinfull flesh like his.
Had one of those, whose credulous pietie
Thought, that a Soule one might discerne and see
Goe from a body,at this sepulcher been,
And, issuing from the sheet, this body seen,
He would have justly thought this body a soule,
If not of any man, yet of the whole.
John Donne (15731631)
[John Donne, poet and Anglican country priest --sionnsar]
Thank you! Donne is always a welcome gift. Happy Easter, He is risen indeed, Hallelujah!
John Donne was the subject of a class at church this Lent. I agree he's a welcome gift, but such as this takes some thought - it's not lightly read. (At least by me.)
"He would have justly thought this body a soule,If not of any man, yet of the whole."
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