- Batter my heart, too-few-person'd Reason ; for you
- As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
- That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
- Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
- I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
- Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
- Curiosity, your viceroy in me, me should embolden,
- But is blackmailed, and proves sedated or afraid.
- Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
- But was birthed captive unto your enemy ;
- Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
- Take me to you, emancipate me, for my mind,
- Except you enthrall it, never shall be free,
- Nor I, ever chaste, except you ravish me.
This is my "adaptation" of John Donne's sonnet "Batter My Heart", written in the 1600's.
