Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Ghost of John Donne

Have you heard,
How I fell in love once,
With a girl in my ancient youth?

But is she true to our memory,
In heaven's embrace?

Does she speak fondly of us,
Now in angelic repose,
While I roam in our lodging place,
Where she never goes?

I will write a hundred verses
To remember you,
In dust upon this wooden floor,
In grain and paint that peels around me.

I will scratch a thousand sonnets
To honor love,
And wait behind this broken door,
And wait for you,
Where you burned your life away,
Five hundred years before.

Have you heard,
How I fell in love once,
With a girl in my ancient youth?

The song is here.




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