Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist
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Holy Sonnet V vs Little Gidding mvmt. IV

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I am a little world made cunningly
    Of elements, and an angelic spright,
    But black sin hath betrayed to endless night
    My worlds both parts, and oh! both parts must die.
You, which beyond that heaven which was most high
    Have found new spheres and of new lands can write,
    Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
    Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it, if it must be drowned no more:
    But oh! it must be burnt; alas the fire
    Of lust and envy burnt it heretofore,
    And made it fouler; Let their flames retire,
And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal
    Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heal.
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one dischage from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
    Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre —
    To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
    We only live, only suspire
    Consumed by either fire or fire.

Два великих христианских поэта разговаривают через расстояние в 330 лет.

Tags: donne, eliot, poetry
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