Feb 082012
 
This Blog Entry was originally posted on May 11, 2009, because I was reading John Donne then.  I clicked on “Publish,” thinking to add to my train of (literary) thought at the time, but it has brought it forward to today’s date.  So, a little out of context, but……
Another poem by John Donne:
Woman’s Inconstancy
Now thou has lov’d me one whole day,
Tomorrrow when thou leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or, that oath made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purpos’d change, and falsehood; you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would
Which I abstain to do.
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.
 Posted by at 2:01 pm

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