John Donne

Sabia que en la escuela aprenderia muchas cosas sobre medicina; pero no, hoy aprendi que hace algunos ayeres existio un hombre llamado John Donne poeta y loco, y a partir de hoy sera uno de mis escritores favoritos, quieren una probadita de su obra? Esta bien, aqui la tienen:

Sonnet X

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 picture[s] 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'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.