#the canonization

[peppermintquartz]

I got my art print 😊 and in a $2 frame from Daiso ($2.16 because of GST but that's ok)

[everyxquisitething]

John Donne, "The Canonization"

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And if unfit for tombs and hearse  Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;

John Donne, The Canonization

[dovebby]

You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage

“The Canonization” by John Donne

[houseofdayhouseofnight]

The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it; So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit. We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

John Donne, The Canonization

[poetryshrine]

John Donne: The Canonization

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,         Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,         With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,                Take you a course, get you a place,                Observe his honor, or his grace, Or the king's real, or his stampèd face         Contemplate; what you will, approve,         So you will let me love. Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?         What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?         When did my colds a forward spring remove?                When did the heats which my veins fill                Add one more to the plaguy bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still         Litigious men, which quarrels move,         Though she and I do love. Call us what you will, we are made such by love;         Call her one, me another fly, We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,         And we in us find the eagle and the dove.                The phœnix riddle hath more wit                By us; we two being one, are it.So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.        We die and rise the same, and prove        Mysterious by this love.We can die by it, if not live by love,        And if unfit for tombs and hearseOur legend be, it will be fit for verse;        And if no piece of chronicle we prove,               We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;               As well a well-wrought urn becomesThe greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,        And by these hymns, all shall approve        Us canonized for Love.And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love        Made one another's hermitage;You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;        Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove               Into the glasses of your eyes               (So made such mirrors, and such spies,That they did all to you epitomize)        Countries, towns, courts: beg from above        A pattern of your love!"

[butiambatman]

"We can die by it, if not live by love,       And if unfit for tombs and hearse       Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no piece of chronicle we prove,            We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;            As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,       And by these hymns all shall approve       Us canoniz'd for love;" - John Donne, "The Canonization"