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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: average joe who wrote (63067)	10/21/2002 11:47:57 AM
From: The Philosopher	Respond to of 82486

I've never read any Traheme. I'll look forward to the introduction. But, if you want to talk 17th century poets, IMO there's nobody to touch Donne. The Funeral 1 Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm 2 Nor question much 3 That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; 4 The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, 5 For 'tis my outward soul, 6 Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, 7 Will leave this to control 8 And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. 9 For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall 10 Through every part 11 Can tie those parts, and make me one of all, 12 Those hairs which upward grew, and strength and art 13 Have from a better brain, 14 Can better do'it; except she meant that I 15 By this should know my pain, 16 As prisoners then are manacled, when they'are condemn'd to die. 17 Whate'er she meant by'it, bury it with me, 18 For since I am 19 Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry, 20 If into other hands these relics came; 21 As 'twas humility 22 To afford to it all that a soul can do, 23 So, 'tis some bravery, 24 That since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.