The Poems Begin: Katherine Phillips

Okay, time to get started on these poems! My reader has spoken, so I better get to work. I'm trying to avoid repeating any poems that I sent out by email on previous Aprils. Today is devoted to Katherine Phillips, who I like and isn't that well-known. Phillips isn't that obscure though: If you have a newer Norton she's there, as part of the revisions to include more diversity along with the DWMs
Actually, I'm a bit unsure which poem to choose. Okay: I almost included Friendship in Emblem, or the Seal. If you love Donne at his most Metaphysical, you'll like this If you like Donne but wish he'd spell out his metaphors and explicate his similes you'll think it's genius.
Anyway: I chose this one instead.
Friendship's Mysteries; to my dearest Lucresia
1
Come, my Lucresia, since we see
That miracles men's faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world let's prove
There's a religion in our love.
2
For though we were designed t'agree,
That Fate no liberty destroys,
But our election is as free
As angels, who with greedy choice
Are yet determined to their joys.
3
Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
Here mixture is addition grown;
We both diffuse, and both engross:
And we whose minds are so much one,
Never, yet ever are alone.
4
We court our own captivity
Than thrones more great and innocent:
'Twere banishment to be set free,
Since we wear fetters whose intent
Not bondage is, but ornament.
5
Divided joys are tedious found,
And griefs united easier grow:
We are ourselves but by rebound,
And all our titles shuffled so,
Both princes, and both subjects too.
-Katherine Phillips
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