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Sunday Sonnet

Holy Sonnet 12 Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being more pure than I, Simpler and further from corruption? Why brook’st thou, ignorant horse, subjection? Why dost thou, bull and boar, so sillily Dissemble weakness, and by one man’s stroke die, Whose […]

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Poetry Theology

Sunday Sonnet

This is a time when there has been two jihad attacks, one in London and one in the Hague. The Muslim is taught that he can seek his salvation in holy war. The poet knows better. His sins, my sins, this day, every day, suffice for Christ to forgive me, and that can only be […]

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Christianity Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

This is one of the better known Donne poems, for good reason. Holy Sonnet 10 Death be not proud, though some have call├Ęd thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which […]

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Christianity Poetry Theology

Sunday Sonnet

The waters of Lethe remove all memory, all guilt, all shame, and all knowledge. In Greek mythology, it allowed a soul to enter into Hades with their guilt expunged. Or return, again. In Chinese mythology, the Goddess of Mercy gives a tea of forgetfulness before the soul is reincarnated: there is a thought, however, that […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

Going from the time of the English Commonwealth to this fallen post enlightenment decline is a challenge. However, the old hymn here discusses sonnets, and that will suffice. Donne will be one of the flaming tongues above using his wordcraft to praise our Saviour and God. Holy Sonnet 8 If faithful souls be alike glorified […]

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Sunday Sonnet

Every soul shall rise, but to what do we rise There is a reason the poet calls us to repentance. Holy Sonnet 7 At the round earth’s imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go; All whom the flood did, and […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

Over the last two weeks we have been visiting and being visited by our parent’s generation: now in their ninth decade. They are all still striving forward. And they are aware that the time is short. Donne knew this. Holy Sonnet 6 This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appoint My pilgrimage’s last mile; […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet

Kea tells me to put the year of publication in. English has change over that time: sprite means spirit. Donne is writing that he is both flesh and spirit. His comment that new spheres and new seas — land, knowledge, discovery, wealth (he was writing this at a time when the New World was being […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

More Donne. The Puritans knew death. Up close and personal. Death to their beloved children, death from farm animals, death in the kitchen or in childbirth, and the same afflictions that we have now. No man knew when their life would end: and with the changes in King and Commonwealth, choosing the wrong side and […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet

Donne compares himself with four types of corruption: the drunkard, the thief, the sexually immoral and those who are proud of their acts. He did have a better vocabulary than we are allowed in this fallen time, where being proud is mandatory, and the godly sorrow of repentance is considered unthinkable, a crime against the […]