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Poetry Meme
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fernwithy and pauraque, primarily.
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.
Death, be not proud, thou 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.
John Donne; Holy Sonnet 10; 1633
Harder than it seems to pick a poem. There are a lot that I really like, but none that I've found that jumps out as being my philosophy or speaking really deeply to me. However, I like Donne, and the religious message is (IMO) powerful yet subtle. Also, this is one of those poems where everyone has heard the first line, but very few people have read the rest of it, so I figured I'd throw the whole thing at you. ;-)
fernwithy and pauraque, primarily.When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.
Death, be not proud, thou 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.
John Donne; Holy Sonnet 10; 1633
Harder than it seems to pick a poem. There are a lot that I really like, but none that I've found that jumps out as being my philosophy or speaking really deeply to me. However, I like Donne, and the religious message is (IMO) powerful yet subtle. Also, this is one of those poems where everyone has heard the first line, but very few people have read the rest of it, so I figured I'd throw the whole thing at you. ;-)
