Showing posts with label John Donne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Donne. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2009

My Beloved is Mine, and I am His

The love of a saint for Christ is an ardent love, says Edward Taylor in his Meditation 96 on Canticles 1.2 ("Let Him Kiss Me With the Kisses of His Mouth"):

Shall Christ bestow his lovely Love on his,
And mask his face? allowing not a kiss?

Shall ardent love to Christ enfire the Heart?
Shall hearty love in Christ embrace the Soule?

It is a desire to be taken completely by the Lord Jesus, like a lover, says John Donne, Holy Sonnet 14 ("Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God"):

...for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

And it manifests itself with overflowing adoration in the sweet sighs of the smitten, says Willem (Guiljelmus or Guilielmus) Saldenus (Dutch Puritan, 1627-1694), De Wech des Levens, p. 398, as quoted and translated by Arie de Reuver, Sweet Communion: Trajectories of Spirituality from the Middle Ages through the Further Reformation, p. 214:

O! To be able to wrap sweet Jesus in my arms, to be able to kiss him, to be enveloped in return by all the flames of his love, and to be addressed by him with names like 'my dearest,' 'my beloved,' 'my beauty,' 'my dove,' 'my sister who has stolen my heart' and to see his smile -- who upon considering these things would not be inflamed at the thought of being able to enjoy these expressions of the Lord's love?

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

John Donne's Funeral Sermon

John Donne, the English metaphysical poet, is one of few men, perhaps, who are said to have preached their own funeral sermon [the same is said of William Dodd (1729-1777) and Henry Peckwell (1747-1787)].

In the Puritan vein, he considered death often while living and his writings on the subject are often deeply profound.

John Donne, Holy Sonnet X, Death Be Not Proud:

Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

As he was weak and dying in February 1631, he raised himself up to preach one more sermon, which became known as his own funeral sermon. The text was Psalm 68.20: He that is our God is the God of salvation; and unto GOD the Lord belong the issues from death. The sermon was entitled, Death's Duell, or a Consolation to the Soul against the Dying Life and Living Death of the Body. Soon after, on March 31, 1631, Donne's life on this earth was done.

On this anniversary of his death, we do well to consider his sublime meditation, "No Man is an Island."

John Donne, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII:

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Edward Taylor: 20th Century Puritan

Edward Taylor (1642-1729), was a notable English-American Puritan minister and physician. In his own time, he was well known as a Harvard scholar, theologian and statesman (he helped defend his community against Indian attacks during King Philip's War). His literary skills found an outlet in his paraphrases of the Psalms, but much of what we know about him, especially as a writer, came to light only in the twentieth century.

When pressures to conform to the Anglican Church became too much, he crossed the Atlantic and immigrated to Massachusetts in 1668. During this time, like many Puritans, he kept a diary, which was published finally in 1964. It is brief but shows his reflective mind as he recorded his observations from the sea voyage. His Christographia, fourteen sermons on the two natures of Christ, was published in 1962. These and other works became part of a veritable flood of Edward Taylor publications that were released in the twentieth century. But two of his works deserve special mention for the circumstances surrounding their publication.

Before his death, Taylor took the two great collections of his poems, God's Determination Touching His Elect: and The Elect's Combat in their Conversion, and Coming up to God in Christ together with the Comfortable Effects thereof and Preparatory Meditations before my Approach to the Lords Supper. Chiefly upon the Doctrin preached upon the Day of administration and bound them together, instructing his family not to publish them (it is not entirely clear why he wished to keep them private, although they were very personal and some of his poems, like Meditation 96 on Song of Songs 1.2 are part of the sensual metaphysical poetic tradition). Later, his grandson Ezra Stiles, president of Yale College, adhered to his wishes and deposited them in the Library at Yale. However, in 1937, they were re-discovered by Professor Thomas H. Johnson, who edited and published portions of his poetry, with the full text being finally published in 1960. The publication of these poems, showing the influence of Anne Bradstreet, George Herbert and John Donne, revolutionized academic appreciation for early colonial American poetry, and Taylor's place in that field.

Then, in 1977, in the library of one of Taylor's descendants in Nebraska, a bound manuscript containing sermons by Edward Taylor on typology was discovered and over the next decade edited by Charles Mignon, finally published in 1989 as Upon the Types of the Old Testament. These sermons draw heavily on the Puritan scholarship of Matthew Poole and Henry Ainsworth, among others, and unfold Taylor's insights into how to see Christ in the Old Testament.

These twentieth-century discoveries and publications have enriched our understanding of a leading New England Puritan and his works. And, it seems, there is always more to learn.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God

John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like a usurped town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue,
Yet dearly'I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy,
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.