Thursday, October 7, 2010

Gotta Get Me Some John Donne

Originally, I wasn't planning on blogging about Death, be not proud, but instead intended on covering the printed-off handout poem.  Then I realized, "Wow, the 'Don' has a poem in this week's selection.  Now I have to cover that!"  Also, I remembered enjoying this poem the first time I read it; so, here it goes.  Basically, the speaker is being his normal rugged, indomitable, fearless, machismo-filled self and telling death straight up that it is worthless.  He calls death a "slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men" [line 9] and after throwing more insults, asks death "Why swell'st thou then?"  He just wants to know why death is so arrogant when it is obviously so pathetic.  The final line boldly sums up the speaker's whole point for the poem, "And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die" [line 14].  So epic.

I just love everything about this guy.

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