DEATH, BE NOT PROUD
By John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called 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 pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
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.


Ah yes… finally found this blasted poem. I’ve been looking for it since I happened to watch a film called “Wit” on HBO.

I love that movie. It is so preciously profound.

Another movie I was able to watch recently was “Kung Ako na Lang Sana” featuring Sharon Cuneta and Aga Mulach. My mom bludgeoned us into going with her yesterday, and I really couldn’t say no since it’s either watch it or wallow in the heat of our house since walang kuryente samin the whole blasted day. My comments about the film? Eer… no comment na lang ako. Don’t wanna rant more this early in the morning (It’s around 8am right now).