The poem
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd 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 yet thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must low 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.
i find the poem awesome because it is really the reality of every man in the world.All of us will experience death. when that time comes we should not be afraid because there is an eternal life waiting for us in heaven with our creator.and that i strongly believe.
The first time I heard about it was in "legion" the film with George C. Scott, it impress me so much and til today I finally found it complete. Thanks
This is an amazing poem -- one of my favorites. I absolutely agree with it and it really touches me and makes me think.
When moved by emotion I often try to write. Words always oversimplify. This poet was able to capture so much emotion and feeling and true thought. I can not say enough about what his words mean to me.