Each year on Good Friday , I read John Donne's Poem, "Good Friday 1613, Riding Westward."
The narrator, Donne we assume, is carrying out business on the religious day, but keeps his attention on events of the crucifixion. Done's imagery gives a vivid picture of the natural world through which he travels. I'm fascinated by the poem's presentness - he's alive in the world of nearly 500 years ago. The poem displays a gripping immediacy, as if it were written yesterday, perhaps about an airline trip to the West Coast.
With his talk of the heavenly spheres, Donne is still living in the medieval world just before the revolutionary discoveries in astronomy. Yet his voice seems very modern, and conversational.