Though I be Dead and Buried, Yet I Have

Though I be Dead and Buried, Yet I Have

A speaker addresses a beloved court patron, declaring that though he be dead and buried, he yet has, living in the patron's favor, court enough in his grave: as often as he thinks himself so entombed, so many resurrections waken him. The thankfulness that the patron's favors have begotten in him embalms him, so that he does not rot. Because the season is Easter and spring, a time that brings growth and confession, his thoughts, disposed to the patron's influence, bud into these verses and grow into these confessions. He first confesses that he has lent others the patron's stock and spent the patron's treasure too prodigally, since he never knew virtue or beauty except as they had grown in the patron, and so he ought not to think or say that such virtue or beauty shine in any other, as he has done. He next confesses this very confession itself, for he judges it something of a fault to touch upon the patron's praise this much to the patron directly, where half of what is deserved seems too much, and where such praise makes the patron's sincerely modest disposition blush. He last confesses his own impenitence, for he can scarcely repent his first fault, since through it remote, lesser spirits, who shall never read the patron directly, may find enough matter in his verses to occupy them, by studying copies rather than the original.

By John Donne · First published 1633 · Genre: Metaphysical Poetry, Devotional Poetry, Lyric Poetry · 300 words

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Though I be dead and buried, yet I have / -Living in you-court enough in my grave. / As oft as there I think myself to be, / So many resurrections waken me. / That thankfulness, your favours have begot / In me, embalms me, that I do not rot. / This season, as 'tis Easter, as 'tis spring, / Must both to growth and to confession bring / My thoughts, disposed unto your influence; so / These verses bud, so these confessions grow. / First I confess I have to others lent / Your stock, and over-prodigally spent / Your treasure, for since I had never known / Virtue or beauty, but as they are grown / In you, I should not think or say they shine, / -So as I have-in any other mine. / Next I confess this my confession, / For 'tis some fault this much to touch upon / Your praise to you, where half rights seem too much, / And make your mind's sincere complexion blush. / Next I confess my impenitence, for I / Can scarce repent my first fault, since thereby / Remote low spirits, which shall ne'er read you, / May in less lessons find enough to do, / By studying copies, not originals.

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death · mortality · metaphysical · resurrection · afterlife · spiritual · paradox · transcendence · love · soul · eternity · perseverance

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