Death does not listen to us. His instructions come elsewhere.
When we kill, perhaps Death beat us to it.
When we are killed, perhaps Death’s stroke was touching.
Death does not listen to us. To him, we fall on Death ears…
I don’t know enough of Donne. I recall studying ‘To his coy Mistress,’ but never really liked the import of that one. This poem on ‘Death’ is certainly well made. I’m more of a Keats fan (and of the Romantics.) 🙂
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Death does not listen to us. His instructions come elsewhere.
When we kill, perhaps Death beat us to it.
When we are killed, perhaps Death’s stroke was touching.
Death does not listen to us. To him, we fall on Death ears…
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🙂
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Great poem btw
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one of my favourites – I’ve loved Donne’s poetry since I was a teenager. Simply awesome stuff
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I don’t know enough of Donne. I recall studying ‘To his coy Mistress,’ but never really liked the import of that one. This poem on ‘Death’ is certainly well made. I’m more of a Keats fan (and of the Romantics.) 🙂
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‘To his Coy Mistress’ is by Andrew Marvell
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Doh! My first point was correct: Clearly “I don’t know enough of Donne.” Would you say this poem is typical of his work? If so, I may change my mind…
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Clearly I don’t know Donne! is this typical of his poetry? If so, it’s grand 🙂
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