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Donne on Sunday
(2)Divine Meditations
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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, no 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 are 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.— John Donne, The Complete Poems (Penguin, 1971)
John Donne, poetry, Poets
2 Responses to “Donne on Sunday”
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Nothing like John Donne. Just nuttin
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sherry August 9th, 2009 at 1:37 pm
There’s one coming up that’s got some problems, though.
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