Good Friday - 6th April

Today's poem is "Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward" by John Donne. Brenda reads it. The version in the book has been spellchecked: there are several original versions on the web with words like 'Spheares' and 'forraigne'


Here's the first part from one version:



Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
And as the other Spheares, by being growne
Subject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,
And being by others hurried every day,
Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey:
Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit
For their first mover, and are whirld by it.

There's also a web site with Jeremy Northam reading the poem: click here