new spheres

Speaking of poets who are gay for God, here's a little of our good friend John Donne, for April 17:

I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements and an angelic sprite,
But black sin hath betray'd to endless night
My world's both parts, and oh both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write,
Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it, if it must be drown'd no more.
But oh it must be burnt; alas the fire
Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; let their flames retire,
And burn me O Lord, with a fiery zeal
Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heal.

—John Donne (1572-1631), Holy Sonnet V. My favorite thing about the Holy Sonnets is how little chill Donne has about his kinky God feelings. Like, he's got a LOT of kinky God feelings, and he doesn't care who knows about them.