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Death Be Not Proud

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(thing) by stand/alone/bitch (6.4 y) (print)   ?   (I like it!) 1 C! Fri Sep 15 2000 at 17:10:23

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

John Donne, 1572 - 1631


(idea) by mllwswpr (3.7 mon) (print)   ?   (I like it!) Thu Oct 03 2002 at 21:50:19

The poem begins with the first two lines delineating the theme of the poem, which is basically "Death, you are not the hot shit you think you are." Then John Donne goes on to say that even though Death thinks he is killing people he really isn't, and that he (Donne) himself cannot be killed either.

In lines 5-8 he talks about how restful and pleasureable it is to sleep, which are but "pictures of death," so the real experience of dying must be even more peaceful. The "best men" are removed from life sooner, and their souls are set free. Then Donne continues by telling Death that he really cannot kill anybody anyways, unless helped by disease, war, poison, fate, or "kings, and depserate men." So he says, Death does not have the right to be proud when he can't even choose who he kills. Finally he ends the poem by saying that dying is really just a "short sleep" before the rest of our eternal life (John Donne was a very religious man who firmly believed in Heaven) and so in the end, it is Death, and not us, who dies.


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