My heart is by dejection, clay,
And by self-murder, red.
All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned
I may rise up from death, before I’m dead.
John Donne, from: Divine Poems
My heart is by dejection, clay,
And by self-murder, red.
All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned
I may rise up from death, before I’m dead.
John Donne, from: Divine Poems