The Funeral by John Donne read by poet Arthur L Wood

My poetry collections 'Poems for Susan' (2020) and 'Scarlet Land' (2021) are available from my shop: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop My aim is to breathe life into our rich literary heritage, and to add to the tradition through my own writing. Your support helps me to continue. If you wish to contribute to the channel, please consider purchasing them. Alternatively, you can make a one time donation here: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood The Funeral by John Donne Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one of all, Those hairs which upward grew, and strength and art Have from a better brain, Can better do'it; except she meant that I By this should know my pain, As prisoners then are manacled, when they'are condemn'd to die. Whate'er she meant by'it, bury it with me, For since I am Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry, If into other hands these relics came; As 'twas humility To afford to it all that a soul can do, So, 'tis some bravery, That since you would have none of me, I bury some of you. #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryfromtheShires #Audio #Poetryreading #ArthurLWood #Audiobook #JohnDonne #Donne #MetaphysicalPoetry #TheFuneral #FuneralPoetry