1) The poem "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne transforms the transcendental struggle of life and death into a quiet ending, where death "shall be no more."
2) Donne personifies death as a slave to forces beyond its control like fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.
3) The poet declares that death will ultimately die, as man's will to live and belief in an afterlife overcome mortality. One short sleep leads to eternal life.
1) The poem "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne transforms the transcendental struggle of life and death into a quiet ending, where death "shall be no more."
2) Donne personifies death as a slave to forces beyond its control like fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.
3) The poet declares that death will ultimately die, as man's will to live and belief in an afterlife overcome mortality. One short sleep leads to eternal life.
1) The poem "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne transforms the transcendental struggle of life and death into a quiet ending, where death "shall be no more."
2) Donne personifies death as a slave to forces beyond its control like fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.
3) The poet declares that death will ultimately die, as man's will to live and belief in an afterlife overcome mortality. One short sleep leads to eternal life.
ARTS 23 Poetry analysis: ‘Death Be Not Proud’ by John Donne Arthur Christopher Schaper John Donne shifted dramati- Death Be Not Proud cally in his life: The early John Donne was the passion- Death, be not proud, though some have ate lover and rebel of sense; the later Donne, a man con- called thee sumed with his own spiritual Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; journey and search for truth. For those whom thou think’st thou dost John Donne is known as overthrow the first and greatest of met- Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou aphysical poets – those of a genre in which “the most kill me. heterogeneous ideas are From rest and sleep, which but thy pic- yoked by violence together; tures be, nature and art are ransacked Much pleasure; then from thee much for illustrations, comparisons more must flow, and allusions”, as essayist and critic Samuel Johnson put it. And soonest our best men with thee do Here, John Donne has go, taken a Romantic form and Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. transformed a transcendental Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and struggle of life and death into a quiet ending, one in which desperate men, death “shall be no more”. And dost with poison, war, and sickness Where Mr Johnson spied dwell, cumbersome force, John And poppy or charms can make us Donne’s style dazzles with sleep as well soft and calm brilliance, even in the cascade of calumnies And better than thy stroke; why swell’st against the great “equal- thou then? iser” Death. “Fate, chance, One short sleep past, we wake eternally, kings and desperate men” And death shall be no more, death, thou are yoked together, not in bondage, but in freedom, shalt die. in their power to inflict and manipulate death at will. The –John Donne (1572-1631) panorama of life and legacy has overcome death time John Donne by Isaac Oliver (1616). and again, yet John Donne expounds the expansive exploitation of death in one of pity, the last enemy that which the poet fashions with of today and the progenitors who resist the bounds of decrees. Death is further verse. will be thrown into the lake wit and wisdom. “Fate” is far of the future. Death, mere natural appetite. Sickness also impoverished, ruined, left It is the will of man that of fire. greater the force than the bystander, ushers in the tran- is the final sign, the moments desolate. Man in eternal life triumphs over the cessa- From rest and sleep, which end of life, which menaces sitions of power. when a man who departs witnesses death succumbing tion of life, the will to believe but thy pictures be, many men. “Chance” is a As for the company of knows well that his time is to himself. “Death shall be in what cannot be seen, to Much pleasure; then from game, a mere trifle, a toy that death, the poet outlines short and so the stultifying no more,” the poet proudly dismiss “poor death” as mere thee much more must flow, men gamble with, whether simply “poison”, natural or stops of pains and coughs yet dulcetly declares, not “pictures” compared to the And soonest our best men ending their fortunes or otherwise, which can slay a at least buy him time to say even bothering to speak to substance of life infused with with thee do go, their lives. “Kings” put evil man in minutes or in hours. “good-bye”. death. So certain, so final, the Spirit. Rest of their bones, and rebels, madmen and threats Poisons that have ended “Poppy or charms can so enriched with vigour, Death, be not proud, soul’s delivery. kings and queens, eradicated make us sleep as well.” “As the poet then whispers, yet though some have called thee The poet compares death vermin and other pestilences, well” communicates “in com- loudly of the import of the Mighty and dreadful, for not to a savage desecration even drugs that prosper and parison” and “in addition”, paradox: “Death, thou shalt thou art not so; nor a fatal, final battle, but prolong life began as poisons, gaily sporting with the super- die.” No bragging rights for instead an extension of any which in improper doses kill, abounding grace of nature’s Death dies, or is Death Death, according to the poet, easy rest, one from which a John Donne and quickly. wonders, which man has dying? What a wicked end, who in the first two lines of his sonnet denounces in man receives “much pleas- ure”. “Rest and sleep” as has taken a Whether the vain ragings of craven men or glory contrived to ease his pain and quicken his rest. “Poppy” is a the poet has mocked, derided, denounced and diminished apostrophe the end of life, “pictures”, the poet conde- Romantic form on the battlefields, “war” joyful word, a colourful, child- death into a cruel joke, a “not proud”, “not so”. “Mighty and dreadful”, two scendingly remarks, bring death into the secondary and transformed covers a range of reigns and rights, ponderings and pos- like flower winding away with careless wonder in the wind. maxim that maximises the power of the man reborn, weighty terms, do not belong status of demeaning dimen- a transcendental sibilities. Death is not even “Charms”, whether magical or trusting in a higher power nor confer any majesty on death. “Thou are not so.” A sion. Men’s bones receive a welcome respite and their struggle of life a scavenger, but a frustrated element pushed to the limit, romantic, are bewitching and bewailing, at least for the one to infuse him with eternal life, forever inoculating him simple statement, a certain soul the final delivery from and death into expected to do the bidding who has fallen beneath their from the subtleties of war, indictment and the poet has dispensed with Death, who this Earth. Death has nothing to brag about, for death is a quiet ending, of the common folk and the ruling elite, the final weapon spell. Sometimes, the simple charm of a smiling face suf- poison and sickness all. Fate is fated to disappear, chance is ponderous, no preposter- put in comparison with rest, one in which that man overcomes even fices more, traced with the has become certainty, ous for the previous fears His presence has impressed on with sleep, with regenera- tive silence. Death does not death “shall be in being overcome. In war, where men die for country, soft face of a poppy gladly handed to a loved one. And kings of limited renown are dethroned and desperate mankind. catch the prey of frail men, no more” they live forever in the so, Death is outdone once men now hope. “Death, thou For those whom thou but instead sets men free and memory of their country- again! shalt die.” Death is now bereft think’st thou dost overthrow? without fail. men, mocking Death who has One short sleep past, we of pride, like a witless cowboy Die not, poor death, nor Thou art slave to fate, aided their eternity. wake eternally, who has shot himself in the yet canst thou kill me. chance, kings, and desperate “Sickness” is the necessary And death shall be no foot, powerless and wounded, In this neat conceit, Death men, to the state, to death. No one pause for men who cannot more, death, thou shalt die. and by his own stroke. himself is fooled, limited by And dost with poison, war, escapes the justice, the rule, contain their passions, for “Sleep” appears again, John Donne indeed has the surface. “Thou think’st and sickness dwell, the righteousness of the the growing race of human but not in conjunction with done and dispensed with thou dost overthrow,” the And poppy or charms can king, who even in passing, his beings who run the race with rest; instead, rest leads to Death and mortal man ever- monarch of destruction is an make us sleep as well? dynasty passes on: “The King no thought to running out. life eternal, where man will more may rejoice! impoverished exile, removed And better than thy stroke; is dead. Long live the King!” Sickness is the crucial agent no longer need to rest, fash- forever more from the room why swell’st thou then? is proclaimed from death to that brings a long and much- ioned as he will be in a body Arthur Christopher Schaper is an of imperious prominence. Here, death as deemed a life, where the children of needed arrest to those who that does not age, that will author and teacher who lives in “Poor death” is now the object slave, a unique trope, one, yesteryear become the rulers inflict harm on their bodies, never flag or fail, John Donne Torrance, California.