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18 June, 2018 • 12:24 pm 0

John Donne – Batter my heart, three-person’d God


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 oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d 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.

John Donne

Malcolm D B Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Monday 18 June, 2018

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16 June, 2018 • 11:53 am 0

Adrian Henri – Love is


From the Liverpool Poems

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Love is…

Adrian Henri –  Love is

Malcolm DB Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Saturday 16 June, 2018

Used under the Fair Use clause, Section 107 of the Copyright Act

                                               Dedicated to Mavis Taylor

When I lived in Cape Town I applied for entrance to the School of Theatre at The University of Cape Town. Mavis was Head of the Department at that time. To gain entrance you had to present three pieces from the empty theatre stage in the Department’s theatre to the Acceptance Panel. There were three as I remember. Mavis was one of them. I was accepted. This poem was one of Mavis’ favourites, she later told me. Mavis and I became close friends until the end of her life.

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16 June, 2018 • 11:22 am 0

John Donne – Death be not proud


                                The Holy Sonnets
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Malcolm DB Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcolmdbmunro
Saturday 16 June, 2018

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16 June, 2018 • 11:15 am 0

Gerard Manley Hopkins – The Windhover


                                     To Christ our Lord
 
I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
    dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
    As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
    Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
 
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
    Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
 
   No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
    Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins –  The Windhover
 
 
Malcolm DB Munro
SaatchiArt.com/malcomdbmuno
Saturday 16 June, 2018
 
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