Thoughts on “Death, Be Not Proud” by John Donne
John Donne wrote in the 1600’s, over 400 years ago, but his themes are still pertinent to today. With poetry (as with all literature) it’s important for us to find how what the pot has said relates to us in our lives. Donne was trash talking Death, that big bad ugly force that all mankind is afraid of—and rightly so (a healthy respect for death is part of being a normal human being). But Donne had found a relationship with the God of the universe, and a relationship with Him puts Death in His place: Jesus Christ God’s Son defeated Death once and for all when He died on the cross, and for all those who have received Him as their Savior from sin, Death becomes no more than a release to greater life and rest in the presence of God. Unfortunately, those who reject the life that Christ offers will spend their eternity in the very arms of this horrible creature Death.
Here’s my paraphrase of Donne’s poem. Please feel free to add your own.
Death, don’t think you’re all that just because some people have called you big, bad, and ugly—you’re not. Just look at all your so-called victories: those you thought you defeated didn’t really die, and you can’t really defeat me, either. I enjoy what Rest and Sleep do for me; they’re just imitating you, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy the rest you’ll bring me when my time comes. In fact, the best men that have ever lived have gone with you and found freedom from life’s stresses and limitations—so much for your scary reputation! In fact, you don’t even call the shots but have to wait for some catastrophe to give you your marching orders. You might be more powerful than mankind, but you take orders from us, not the other way around. You can’t even show your face in civilized company but have to hang out with those other well-known thugs Poison, War, and Sickness. Besides, we really don’t need you to make us sleep—sleeping pills, warm milk, or boring reading can put us to sleep, too, and bring us the rest we need to help us face life, not leave it forever. What do you have to brag about? When you put us to sleep, we will wake up in eternity where you have no power over us anymore. And without your power, where are you? Death, your time too will come.

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May 30, 2006 at 2:55 am
munchkin
I would rather live forever in the hearts and memories of others than live forever physically.
May 30, 2006 at 9:55 pm
Addison
You need to read “House”, Joy. ‘Tis another Peretti book.
May 30, 2006 at 11:43 pm
yoj
Whoa… so.. you are a fan of Peretti?
May 31, 2006 at 5:37 pm
Jason Wall
I was toying with the idea of revisiting this poem in verse, but, darn it, I just don’t have time. ;(
Yours is a good paraphrase though.
May 31, 2006 at 9:11 pm
Addison
Indeed I am Ruth… Peretti is the best!
June 1, 2006 at 2:59 am
Harrison
You already read it, but I’ll give it to the rest of the world.
Death, your ego is highly unjustified; you’ve just gotten a few nice little compliments that you didn’t deserve, and now you think you’re special. You’re always ranting and raving about your “victories”, but if you took off the rose-colored glasses for once you might see how victorious you really are. Do I look scared of you? I mean, come on, every human loves his rest; he can’t get along without it. All you are is a puny little extension of sleep. And, to be frank, you don’t even control the havoc you think you wreak. Those of us who are evil run things around here. (With a little help from old age). And look at the crowd you run with. Poison, war, sickness? Hah! Who wants those friends? Who needs them? We can make up pleasant ways of getting sleep; we really don’t need you and your chums. Besides, even if you do strike us, do you mean to say that you are threatening us with paradise? We tremble like the Roman Emperors trembled before the men they crushed under their heels. Bring it on, ‘cause you’re going down.
June 1, 2006 at 11:59 pm
dudette..
one of my friends is crazy about peretti too
June 2, 2006 at 2:34 am
Addison
Really? How ver interesting. And who would this like-minded soul be?
June 2, 2006 at 9:37 pm
Jason Wall
Harrison, I love this phrase, “All you are is a puny little extension of sleep. And, to be frank, you don’t even control the havoc you think you wreak.” The inversion of the common use of Wreaking Havoc is clever.
Oh, and Joy, I manged to finish my revisitation, in verse, which can be found here: Death, O Fallen Angel
June 3, 2006 at 12:55 am
dudette..
uuh.. well… He’s the same person I can picture doing that entire list of 100 things… actually.. he’s already read them and printed out copies to show us x_x His name is Steven.. he’s really short.. and cute ^_^
June 3, 2006 at 3:17 pm
Addison
Oh. Hmmm. Interesting.
June 3, 2006 at 5:42 pm
joyousthirst
Jason and Harrison,
Thanks for posting those re-visitings of Donne’s poem! Both are totally awesome!
June 3, 2006 at 5:44 pm
joyousthirst
btw, Harrison, the line Jason pulled out of your paraphrase is a great example of approximate rhyme–poetry! aaaaahhhhgggg!
June 5, 2006 at 1:32 pm
Harrison
I’m afraid you’ll have to explain that one about rhyme-poetry to me, Joy. I thought that phrase was just part of my subconcious practice of toying with popular cliches and phrases.
June 5, 2006 at 4:46 pm
Jason Wall
Harrison,
The rhyme occurs in the words, “sleep” and “wreak” respectively. Good prose often rhymes unconsciously, and the toying with popular cliches is the mark of a clever poet.
June 8, 2006 at 5:14 pm
Addison Todd
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June 9, 2006 at 3:18 am
Harrison
“mark of a clever poet”… *repeats words to self* I think I’m going to go insane…