Thursday Mar 25, 2010

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A science -- so the Savants say, by John Donne

A science -- so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy" --
By which a single bone --
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone --

So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter's day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!





kiss. kmk.
northron:
Mmmm, Donne. Sighs and kisses, still?

I leave the blankets for coffee, then return for the books.
qdd:
That is not a piece by Donne that I am familiar with...I was raised with a mother that loved his work and often read it to me as a child when I truly had no clue what most of it meant. I have enjoyed in my adult years the depth and layers of his words and how they must have called to my mother for her to focus on them so often. I find solace in them myself.

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