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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FUNERAL, by JOHN DONNE Recitation Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Last Line: That since you would save none of me, I bury some of you. Variant Title(s): The Funerall Subject(s): Death; Funerals; Love; Poetry & Poets; Dead, The; Burials | |||
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part, Can tie those parts, and make me one of all; These hairs which upward grew, and strength and art Have from a better brain, Can better do it; except she meant that I By this should know my pain, As prisoners then are manacled, when they are condemned to die. Whate'er she meant by it, bury it with me, For since I am Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry, If into others' hands these relics came; As 'twas humility To afford to it all that a soul can do, So, 'tis some bravery, That since you would save none of me, I bury some of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL SERMON by ANDREW HUDGINS RETURN FROM DELHI by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE SCATTERING OF EVAN JONES'S ASHES by GALWAY KINNELL BROWNING'S FUNERAL by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL MY FATHER'S BODY by WILLIAM MATTHEWS A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE |
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