Revisiting and visiting John Donne's verse brought more than one not usually anthologized to my awareness, but the most stunning to date, I think, would have to be his second Elegy, aka "The Anagram", which starts in something of the vein of a more Xtreme "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"* and rapidly goes downhill - or somewhere, into ( Read more... )

It's a curious thing, being raised in a traditionally-repressive, prudish, gender-dichotomized household where the teenagers, or at least the girls, are not allowed to watch R-rated movies nor read recent Young Adult novels lest there be S-E-X in them, but which is nevertheless highly kulturny and thus filled with many, many old books (or new ( Read more... )