"Death Be Not Proud"

Death be not Proud

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, 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 pictures be,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,

And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou then;

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die..

JOHN DONNE

Este poema lo dicen en la película de WIT de Mike Nichols, con Emma Thomson....excelente!! Veanla...la interpretación del poema en la película esta bien chido...yo me traumé, porque a parte trata de la muerte y a mi ese tema me produce algo...no se...y como lo manejan en la peli esta suuuper chido...

Disfrutenlo!!