
The speaker describes himself as a little world made cunningly of elements and an angelic sprite, but black sin has betrayed both parts of this world—body and soul—to endless night, so that both must die. He addresses those who, beyond the heaven that was once thought highest, have found new spheres and can write of new lands, asking them to pour new seas into his eyes so that he might drown his world with earnest weeping, or wash it if it must be drowned no more. But, he says, it must instead be burnt; the fire of lust and envy has already burnt it before now and made it fouler. He asks that those former flames retire, and prays that the Lord burn him instead with a fiery zeal of Thee and Thy house, a fire which heals even as it consumes.
By John Donne · First published 1635 · Genre: Metaphysical Poetry, Devotional Poetry, Religious Poetry · 184 words
I am a little world made cunningly / Of elements, and an angelic sprite; / But black sin hath betray'd to endless night / My world's both parts, and, O, both parts must die. / You which beyond that heaven which was most high / Have found new spheres, and of new land can write, / Pour new seas in my eyes, that so I might / Drown my world with my weeping earnestly, / Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more. / But, O, it must be burnt; alas! the fire / Of lust and envy burnt it heretofore, / And made it fouler; let their flames retire, / And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal / Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal.
I am a Little World Made Cunningly is listed on Textopian as a poem by John Donne, dated 1635 CE.
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metaphysical · spiritual · devotional · divine-love · redemption · sin · soul-exploration · microcosm · introspection · religious-imagery · self-reflection · meditation