I love Donne.
From the previous post and continuing through November 1st, I am doing a Hallows theme. A life to death and death to life. These coming weeks, a season’s Hallow, to “Día de Muertos”…the Day of the Dead when the living must dance with the dead.
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hen by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead
And that thou think’st thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tir’d before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call’st for more,
And in false sleep will from thee shrink;
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bath’d in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell…
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