Monday, April 5, 2010


SONG REDONE

First, there’s young John Donne the Rake:
Brown or fair, his mistresses,
Bold or coy, sincere or fake,
Loving them all was his business;
Time, though, alloyed his love-lust’s stinging,
Turning him toward more holy singing
To find
What mind
Serves a soul that’s God-inclined.



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