Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

The Easter Bunny seems to have skipped our section of Queens last night. No baskets full of plastic grass, no chocolate, no eggs hidden in the lights, no lilies this morning. Just instant coffee. I may have to go to a diner for some Challah French toast, by way of compensation.

Not much on the agenda for today: brunch, gym, shopping, Japanese studying. Maybe a movie or some poetry later. A quiet day.

Here is some John Donne in recognition of the season:



THOU hast made me, and shall Thy work decay ?

Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste ;
I run to death, and Death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday.
I dare not move my dim eyes any way ;
Despair behind, and Death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it towards hell doth weigh.
Only Thou art above, and when towards Thee
By Thy leave I can look, I rise again ;
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
That not one hour myself I can sustain.
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art
And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart.


Eshuneutics said...

A fitting poem to select! Donne is right for Easter.

Shropshirelad said...


I am a big fan of Donne...

I just wish reading him were more fun. His grammar makes my head ache.