Tuesday, June 8

Song

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In sad time such as now,
Let us hear a good Song,
To soothe our wretched soul,
With the sweetness of rhyme
Let us hear the good Song
By a metaphysical poet, John Donne.
Katayoun

Song

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Servest o advance an honest mind.

If thou beest born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair,
If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true when you met her,
And last till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three
.

John Donne (1572-1631)

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