Imagined Corners, performed January 2011 by Naked Voices; Tamir Chasson, director. Tel Aviv, Israel. Text by John Donne. IV. Thou Hast Made Me V. At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners
IV. Thou Hast Made Me
Thou hast made me, And shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste, I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.
(from Holy Sonnets: Divine Meditations #1
V. At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.