John Donne HOLY SONNETS XIV. „Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy ; Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.“Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I. E. K. Chambers, ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. S. 165 (Digitalisat)
„I did suggest it, but not on that ground… Why I chose the name is not clear, but I know what thoughts were in my mind. There is a poem of John Donne, written just before his death, which I know and love. From it a quotation: 'As West and East / In all flatt Maps—and I am one—are on, / So death doth touch the Resurrection.'“ („Hymn to God My God, in My Sicknesses“). Oppenheimer continued, „That still does not make a Trinity, but in another, better known devotional poem Donne opens, 'Batter my heart, three person'd God;—.' Beyond this, I have no clues whatever.“ (Holy Sonnets XIV). (Richard Rhodes: The Making of the Atomic Bomb. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1986, S. 571–572 (Online-Teilansicht)).
John Donne HOLY SONNETS XIV. „Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy ; Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.“Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I. E. K. Chambers, ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. S. 165 (Digitalisat)
Countdown to the Eve of Destruction, von ANTHONY TOMMASINI; New York Times, 3. Oktober 2005 „(…) the first bomb was tested at the site that Oppenheimer, inspired by a John Donne poem, called Trinity. (…)“ - abgerufen am 26. November 2017.
