I read more poetry than I thought I did, which was a surprise. I mean, I've always loved poetry, so I don't know why I was surprised, but there we go. And John Donne has always been one of my favourites. I love his work so much.
I love a good book, but poetry makes me dribble. John Donne gradually took over from Coleridge as my favourite about ten years ago. "At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, Angels..."
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John Donne gradually took over from Coleridge as my favourite about ten years ago.
"At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angels..."
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From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go;
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