John Donne on Friday

From A Litany:



The Father

Father of heaven, and him, by whom

It, and us for it, and all else, for us

Thou mad’st, and govern’st ever, come

And re-create me, now grown ruinous:

My heart is by dejection, clay,

And by self-murder, red.

From this red earth, O Father, purge away

All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned

I may rise up from death, before I am dead.




Selections take from: John Donne: A Critical Edition of the Major Works,  edited by John Carey; Oxford: OUP, 1990

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