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Death be not proud

Dear Angela,

This is probably the “hardest” poem I’ve picked so far. It’s the kinda poem cited by people who hate poetry. But, as we approach the 8th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on New York City, I thought this poem was appropo. It’s hard to believe that it’s been so long, and yet the culpable have not been brought to justice and there is still a gaping scar on the face of my city.
I like this poem for the idea that the people death thinks it has triumphed over and taken -our grandpas and cousins and childhood pop idols – are not really gone at all. And that one day, we all we defeat death forever.
My favorite part of this poem, though, is that Donne goes one step beyond saying that death is nothing to fear, he straight up calls death a scared little punk who hangs out with drugs and poisons and is dependent on the whims of kings. Take that, death!
That’s how I feel about the notion of suicide bombers and terrorists – both foreign and domestic – they bring no ideas or faiths or beliefs – only death. Why? Because they are bitch ass punks. So, I hope you’ll look pass the funny spellings and odd syntax. It’s good! I promise.

Your friendster,

Dawn J. Summers

Death be not proud -John Donne

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

9 Responses to “Death be not proud”

  1. Angela Says:

    You know, you honestly are helping me understand poetry. If I had just read that alone, it would have made my eyes glaze over. But reading your intro, plus your personal comments/attachments to the poem (for this, and in past weeks) really is helping me get it.

    And it’s just a bonus to come over here to check out what’s going on at good old Clareified.com and see a letter written to me, from one of my favorite friendsters.

    So thank you.

  2. Petitedov Says:

    Man I loved and hated John Donne when I was in college. The dude can make stare at his poem for hours. Thanks Dawn, for making me relieve those tortured hours.

    P.S. Awesome poem. #iamsodeep

  3. dawn Says:

    Wow, no one cares about John donne, eh.

  4. dawn Says:

    Yay! Comments!

  5. pearatty Says:

    Good one. Difficult for athiests, though.

  6. Petitedov Says:

    Why are you calling me nobody? #pout

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    Hahha I was checking on my blackberry and for some reason it kept saying “0 comments” Even *after* I left that no one cares comment! #blackberryfail

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