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Donne's Annunciation

ANNUNCIATION


That All, which always is All everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Loe, faithful Virgin, yields himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb; and though he there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet he will wear
Taken from thence, flesh,
which death's force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created, thou
Wast in his mind, who is thy Son, and Brother,
Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd;
yea thou art now
Thy maker's maker, and thy Father's mother,
Thou hast light in dark; and shutst in little room,
Immensity, cloistered in thy dear womb.


- John Donne (1572-1631)



April is National Poetry Month

An invitation to get involved:

Margaret Bolit

April is National Poetry Month, and somehow, terrifyingly, April is also little more than a week away. I really like poetry, love that it has a month devoted to celebrating it, and last year I really enjoyed collecting favorite poems from people I love to post here. This year I want to do something to mark the month as well, but I’m going to try something a little different. Something which may not work at all. Though actually, its success is far more up to you than me.

I don’t think I’ve ever read as much poetry as I have over the past year. Part of this is probably that I’ve been working in a book store where I shelve the poetry section, so the sheer number of books of poetry that I touch on a daily basis has risen exponentially compared with every other period of my life. But part of this is also that I’ve felt really mentally raw and sensitive for large portions of the past twelve months, and this has made my mind open and attuned to th…

The First Day of Spring

When Spring Dons Her Flowers


Soon winter will be over,
And flowers will bloom in bright array.
Sweet lilacs, roses anointed with dew, and lilies in their finery
Each dressed in the colors of God’s design.

I will sit in the fields and praise the LORD,
And by the brooks I will not be silent.

Thank you LORD for this season,
Which surpasses Winter’s snow,
And Autumn’s bounty of leaves.
Spring’s flowers and fragrances
Add to Summer’s joys.


-- Chandler Hamby