Death be not proud By John Donne , Short summary and analysis
Death be not proud
By John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are 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 swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Short summary and analysis
* In this poem the speaker directly addresses a personified death, telling it not to be arrogant just because some people find death scary and intimidating but according to the poet - death is neither of these things because people don’t really die when death comes to them; nor will the speaker truly die when death arrives for him.
* In the poem the poet compares death to rest and sleep—which are like images of death—the speaker anticipates death to be even more pleasurable than these activities.
* Furthermore, it’s often the best people who go with death—which represents nothing more than the resting of the body and the arrival of the soul in the afterlife.
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