Monday, February 22, 2010


"Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more."

1 comment:

  1. AW! DONNE! It's true. He loved his wife until the end of his own life--