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Sunday Sonnet.

Dropsy was heart failure: oedema of the legs, decreased walk distance, shortness of breath. Similar things would happen if you had malnutrition or endocrine disorders. Donne is observing the thirst of such, and using it as a metaphor for his desire for God: as if he was without water. He is also referring to the […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

The last command/is all but Love, O let this last will stand! is true, and Donne could clearly omit the definition of love: for that was within the command. We are to love as Christ did, who gave himself unto death for those whom he called to himself. To quote a modern Hillsong lyric. To […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet

After some Herbert for the new year, back to Donne. Herbert’s mother was one of those who supported Donne during that time when he was not in Holy Orders, and had no living. Like many poets, to this day, he scrounged. But Donne’s art was probably better because of the the struggle. This high school […]

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Life Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

If you do not comprehend that the spirit of any age is driven by the forces fallen from heaven, and that this spirit is jealous, you will not comprehend Donne. Or the need for the cross. The modern lexicographers and sophists, calling themselves falsely philosophers, put too much store on reason. It is a weak […]

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Christianity Poetry Theology

Sunday Sonnet Sermon.

Over this month the church season has been advent, an awaiting. The secular world has been trying to sell us things while we should be — if we follow the calendar, which is no commandment but a discipline many churches use — in a time of fasting, renunciation. In the old times, the feast started […]

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Christianity Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

Extinction Rebellion have a bunch of posters up. They say that Demons are extinct animals. This is, of course, theological nonsense, unless you are an animist and a fool. Or a witch. The demonic is real. But we have Christ, who has defeated them. Though our imaginations make the demonic look horrific, in life, such […]

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Poetry

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 […]