Mar 01, 2007 12:45
Currently, swimming in these ellipses.
Or they consuming me:
...For I am every dead thing,
in whom love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
from dull privations and lean emptiness:
he ruined me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not...
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
But I am none, nor will my sun renew....
--John Donne (and me)