I have to tell you that I'm not really a big poetry fan. There are a few poems I like, but I'm unlikely to go reading poetry for fun and entertainment. I have an idea for an LJ entry, but it wasn't something I could write at work (and at home, I've been voraciously devouring the book that sparked it). What I could do at work was look up the poem I want to mention. Then I got home and found that
Corilee Fox posted an absolutely lovely poem (which now that I've googled it, may be two different poems).
Holy Sonnet XIV by John DonneBatter 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.
Untitled Rumi Poem(s)Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
