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John Donne (Джон Донн)


Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?


Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simpler and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou, bull and boar, so sillily
Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die,
Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe's me, and worse than you;
You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous.
But wonder at a greater, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue;
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tied,
For us, His creatures, and His foes, hath died.



John Donne's other poems:
  1. Holy Sonnet 13. What if this present were the world's last night?
  2. Holy Sonnet 11. Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side
  3. Holy Sonnet 8. If faithful souls be alike glorified
  4. Love's Diet
  5. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest


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