Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
BY JOHN DONNE
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 swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we
wake eternally
And
death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
John Donne’s Holy Sonnets X: [Death
be not proud] deals with the theme of death. The poet in this sonnet challenges
authority of death saying that there is no need for any human being to be
afraid of death. Death is generally considered to be mighty and dangerous but
in reality it is neither mighty nor dangerous. Death thinks that when it goes
to a person, it throws away that person but in reality that person does not
dies. The poet tells death that it has no capacity even to kill him. According
to the poet the picture of death is nothing but sleep and rest. Sleep and rest
generally give joy to a person. Since that is the function of death, pleasure
should be derived from death.
The poet addressing to death mentions
that even the best people sooner or later go with death. Why should then he be
afraid of death. Death offers rest to human body and soul is transferred to
another body. Death is a slave of fate, chance, king and a man who is in
distress. There are three residing places of death namely poison, war and
sickness.
Death performs the same function
which is performed by charms of a mother. Mother’s love causes sounds sleep to
a child and in the same manner death also causes sleep to a person. The sleep
caused by mothers charm is sweet while sleep caused by death comes like a
stroke. There is no need for death to be proud. After every sleep a person gets
up. Death is also a sleep after which a person gets up forever. If death is
accepted in this manner, death no more remains death but it dies away. The
present sonnet of Donne conveys a message to mankind how death should be
treated without considering it mighty or dangerous.
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