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The poem 'Death', by Jacobean poet and preacher John Donne, is metaphysical in nature. Here, the poet denies the superiority of death and considers it to be a nap before an eternal bliss. John says that death is not something to be scared of, it is neither mighty nor is it dreadful. Death is path to go eternally peaceful world. It can scare people for a while, but the brave would always challenge it. The poem, written in mystic genre, is a beautiful depiction of death. John Donne has written a numerous other poems in the same style. Go through this funeral poem and try to explore the real meaning of death.
Death
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 but thy picture be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go—
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou'rt 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!
