Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Reading. Donne.

Last night I opened a volume of Donne at random, and my eye fell upon possibly the best opening line of any poem I have ever read:

Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Those tears to issue which swell my eye-lids

It goes on, but those first words are what caused me to laugh so hard I had to turn off my tv and concentrate all my attention on the poem. This is what I love most about Donne, the sharp incisiveness of his words, whether it is about love or pity or religious beliefs.

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