A flea that bit you had
bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for
single blood.
The flea’s body is our
marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would
accrue since then,
Nor would you have grown any
weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting
my blood
You would shed no grace nor
honour either.
You will make me than the
flea, happier.
Your yielding to me will not
do more harm
Than what the flea has done
to you, dear.
[The verse of John Donne, The
Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007
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