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All right, so here's the third part of my John Donne and Fullmetal Alchemist crossover. The poem in question is the Canonization:

    For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,

             Or chide my palsy, or my gout,

    My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,

             With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,

                    Take you a course, get you a place,

                    Observe his honor, or his grace,

    Or the king's real, or his stampèd face

             Contemplate; what you will, approve,

             So you will let me love.



    Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?

             What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned?

    Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?

             When did my colds a forward spring remove?

                    When did the heats which my veins fill

                    Add one more to the plaguy bill?

    Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still

             Litigious men, which quarrels move,

             Though she and I do love.



    Call us what you will, we are made such by love;

             Call her one, me another fly,

    We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,

             And we in us find the eagle and the dove.

                    The phœnix riddle hath more wit

                    By us; we two being one, are it.

    So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.

       We die and rise the same, and prove

       Mysterious by this love.



    We can die by it, if not live by love,

       And if unfit for tombs and hearse

    Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;

             And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

       We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;

       As well a well-wrought urn becomes

    The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,

       And by these hymns, all shall approve

       Us canonized for Love.



    And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love

       Made one another's hermitage;

    You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;

             Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove

       Into the glasses of your eyes

          (So made such mirrors, and such spies,

    That they did all to you epitomize)

       Countries, towns, courts: beg from above

       A pattern of your love!"

Now, originally, I was going to put Lingfan as "The Sun Rising" since that poem talks about Princes and States, and Ling is a Prince. But, once I read the first line of this poem, I realised, this had to apply to Lingfan. The speaker in the poem is basically telling everyone to buzz off because he loves his beloved, and his love isn't harming anyone. The speaker goes on to state that, even if he and his beloved cannot be together in life, they will be together in death, and that their love is so powerful that others will pattern their relationships on it.

I can completely picture Ling telling the Xingese nobility to buzz off when they start giving him shit about loving Lan Fan since, as he is Emperor and she is a commoner, they would not be allowed to marry. I also think that he would definitely feel that, if they couldn't be together in life, they would be together in death. Which is sad, and beautiful.

The phoenix in the background comes from the third stanza, where the speaker talks about the male and female joining together into a sexless being--a phoenix. Also, Ling has a bird motif on his orginal outfit, so it does fit. I'm so happy with the way the Phoenix, Ling and Lan Fan turned out--though I wish my ocean looked better. Ah wel . . .

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All right, so here's the third part of my John Donne and Fullmetal Alchemist crossover. The poem in question is the Canonization:

    For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,

             Or chide my palsy, or my gout,

    My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,

             With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,

                    Take you a course, get you a place,

                    Observe his honor, or his grace,

    Or the king's real, or his stampèd face

             Contemplate; what you will, approve,

             So you will let me love.



    Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?

             What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned?

    Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?

             When did my colds a forward spring remove?

                    When did the heats which my veins fill

                    Add one more to the plaguy bill?

    Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still

             Litigious men, which quarrels move,

             Though she and I do love.



    Call us what you will, we are made such by love;

             Call her one, me another fly,

    We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,

             And we in us find the eagle and the dove.

                    The phœnix riddle hath more wit

                    By us; we two being one, are it.

    So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.

       We die and rise the same, and prove

       Mysterious by this love.



    We can die by it, if not live by love,

       And if unfit for tombs and hearse

    Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;

             And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

       We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;

       As well a well-wrought urn becomes

    The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,

       And by these hymns, all shall approve

       Us canonized for Love.



    And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love

       Made one another's hermitage;

    You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;

             Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove

       Into the glasses of your eyes

          (So made such mirrors, and such spies,

    That they did all to you epitomize)

       Countries, towns, courts: beg from above

       A pattern of your love!"

Now, originally, I was going to put Lingfan as "The Sun Rising" since that poem talks about Princes and States, and Ling is a Prince. But, once I read the first line of this poem, I realised, this had to apply to Lingfan. The speaker in the poem is basically telling everyone to buzz off because he loves his beloved, and his love isn't harming anyone. The speaker goes on to state that, even if he and his beloved cannot be together in life, they will be together in death, and that their love is so powerful that others will pattern their relationships on it.

I can completely picture Ling telling the Xingese nobility to buzz off when they start giving him shit about loving Lan Fan since, as he is Emperor and she is a commoner, they would not be allowed to marry. I also think that he would definitely feel that, if they couldn't be together in life, they would be together in death. Which is sad, and beautiful.

The phoenix in the background comes from the third stanza, where the speaker talks about the male and female joining together into a sexless being--a phoenix. Also, Ling has a bird motif on his orginal outfit, so it does fit. I'm so happy with the way the Phoenix, Ling and Lan Fan turned out--though I wish my ocean looked better. Ah wel . . .