POC Blog

The random technotheolosophical blogging of Reid S. Monaghan


A friend showed me great kindness today in sharing with me so poetry through e-mail.  Man, this is some fantastic stuff: 

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat

Love (III) - by George Herbert 1593-1633

I highly recommend reading some of the metaphysical poets of 17th century England to found on this site - there is much to sit down and eat. 

Thanks Tim Dees for showing me some poetical love.