Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
by John Donne
(4) Base Camp
It’s hard to keep track of all the different ways that he uses the word "death" in this poem. But, it’s clear that none of them make the hooded guy with a big sickle sound very scary or powerful. Donne can write devilishly hard and confusing poems, but this is one of his most accessible.