(298) The Relic. Annas, Annes and Anns. The origin of The Seven Deadly Sins. The Resurrection!?
On the evening of March 13th 2024, Raymond Keene sent to me (and also independently, to my wife) this (quite unsolicited) poem in an e mail The Relic BY JOHN DONNE When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learn'd that woman head, To be to more than one a bed) And he that digs it, spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let'us alone, And think that there a loving couple lies, Who thought that this device might be some way To make their souls, at the last busy day, Meet at this grave, and make a little stay? If this fall in a time, or land, Where mis-devotion doth command, Then he, that digs us up, will bring Us to the bishop, and the king, To make us relics; then Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I A something else thereby; All women shall adore us, and some men; And since at such time miracles a