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1621 - 1678
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A DIALOG BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY
O who shall, from this dungeon, raise
A soul enslaved so many ways?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet; and manacled in hands.
Here blinded with an eye; and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear.
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of neves and arteries, and veins.
Tortur'd, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart.
O who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this tyrannic soul?
Which, stretched up right, impales me so,
That mine own precipice I go;
And warms and moves this needless frame:
(A fever could but do the same.)
And wanting where its spite to try,
Has made me live to let me die.
A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit is possessed.
© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman