Monday, September 27, 2010

Elegy XX To his mistress going to bed

By John Donne


Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery ;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee !
To enter in these bonds, is to be free ;
Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be.
Full nakedness ! All joys are due to thee;
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys.

Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are only mystic books, which we
—Whom their imputed grace will dignify—
Must see reveal'd.


DO said...

Super semana a vc,Teresa.


Elis said...

Esse seu motor eh parecido com o meu. Vamos la!

DO said...

Oi,Teresa. Passando pra te convidar pra uma pequena comemoração hj la no RAMSES. Beijo!

Francy said...

Onde andas que não te vejo???
Vai lá no blog, tem uma linda promoção, com sorteio.