Holy Sonnet XIV
By John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
For amara_1783, because she mentioned it and it's one of my very favorites.
hp100: Terminus. For the challenge to write about thestrals. I suppose there are ways to do that without being morbid but this idea was instantaneous so I went with it. No moral judgments are implied.
Below, my favorite of the photos I took at Camden Yards yesterday. Thematically I suppose my son should be holding cracker jacks, not cotton candy, but you still get the idea.
Take Me Out To The Ballgame