Tuesday, May 31, 2016


There are some writers it's difficult to trust. Leading the pack, surely, is one John Donne. Is he ever entirely sincere, even in the great sermons?

Yet out of his wonderful rhetoric come words to live by: Only our love hath no decay, / This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, / Running it never runs from us away, / But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. My annual reading of The Anniversary on this day of days tells me, in technicolour as it were, what I already knew in plain black and white.

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