6th June 2008

John Donne: Batter My Heart

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battered doorThis poem became my favorite when I first read it in college. It has remained so since. Ignore the numbers, of course. They are only provided to relate line-for-line with the paraphrase which follows. The paraphrase is an interpreted, applied, reading which may help clarify the sonnet for those who struggle a bit with Donne’s still-Elizabethan English. But no paraphrase can even approach catching the many subtleties Donne writes into the fourteenth of his Holy Sonnets. Click “read the rest of this entry” to see the paraphrase. Readers should know that in his youth and early poetry, before his personal commitment to Christ, Donne was indiscreet to say the least. So his pleadings come from an earnest humility and a desire to be transformed.

Holy Sonnet XIV

  1. Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
  2. As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
  3. That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
  4. Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
  5. I, like an usurp’d town to’another due,
  6. Labor to’admit you, but oh, to no end;
  7. Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
  8. But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
  9. Yet dearly’I love you, and would be lov’d fain,
  10. But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
  11. Divorce me,’untie or break that knot again,
  12. Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
  13. Except you’enthrall me, never shall be free,
  14. Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

c. 1609


Paraphrase:

  1. Break down the barriers to ruling my heart completely, God, because
  2. So far You have only politely knocked, gently breathed, lightly shined, and patiently sought to fix me.
  3. But if I am ever to be a mature disciple, You will have to completely overpower me. You will have to turn
  4. Your mighty power not just to knock, but to break down the door; not just to breathe but to blow mightily; not just to shine a light, but to burn with fire; and not just to fix me, but to make me brand new.
  5. I am like a town being ruled unjustly by someone else’s authority and owing whatever I have to him.
  6. I try to open the gate to my city and let you in, but I cannot overcome the wrongful authority and so nothing changes. I continue to be ruled by something other than You.
  7. My mind and the truth ought to be able to keep me safe from error,
  8. But even they are prisoners of my failed condition. So reason itself falters or fails, and I remain sin’s prisoner.
  9. Still, my deepest love is committed to You, and I would gladly be completely consumed by Your love.
  10. But my most abiding obligation is to the one I want to escape, Your enemy.
  11. Break off my relationship with the deceiver. Either patiently untangle me from him, or just cleanly cut the knot in one stroke, as You did when You first drew me to You.
  12. Then, take me with You. Make me Your prisoner. Because
  13. Unless You do–unless You mesmerize me–I will never be free from this enemy, from sin. Only in Your prison will I be free.
  14. I am desperate because I realize I will not be clean and innocent unless You violate my freedom and force me to be Yours.
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  1. 1 On June 6th, 2008, Bill W. said:

    This is a powerful poem. Line 7 hit me particularly. Lines 7-9 bring Augustine to mind.

  2. 2 On June 6th, 2008, barry said:

    I agree. It impacts me every time. And I think you’re right on its affinity with Augustine. It is ironic that a poem so desperate for the end of personal volition is so appealing to me!

  3. 3 On June 6th, 2008, Kevin S said:

    I remember hearing Robert Pinsky once talk about how the truth of a poem is ultimately what determines its beauty. I think this poem is a good illustration of that premise.

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