Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Holy Sonnet 10 Response

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 picture[s] 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'rt 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. 


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Death is very questionable. No one really knows what happens after you die, because once you're dead you can't really tell anyone alive; however people close to death, kind of have a taste of what death feels like. Donne states that Death isn't really as scary as people think he is. Your death is pretty quick, and after that, Death is gone. We're all scared of Death because really, its a new experience and we don't know at all what it is like. Whenever I'm trying something new for the first time, I get a little nervous (especially if that situation happens to be somewhat dangerous) because I don't know exactly what is going to happen. But once I've done it once, I know what it feels like and I either love it and want to do it again, or pledge to never ever do it again. I guess Donne feels that Death is not that big of a deal, and if you die, you die for a reason. It's hard to really say how I personally feel about death, but yes, I would say I don't welcome it yet.

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