Not Doll Related

For my Aunt, Thelma Harchik 

August 1,  1930-November 16,  2011


Death Be Not Proud

Published in 1633.

By John Donne  

Death be not proud, though some have call├Ęd thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.





  1. I am so sorry for your loss. I have always really liked that poem.

    Hamakom y'nachem etkhem b'tokh sha'ar avelei tziyon viyrushalayim.

  2. Sorry about your aunt Terri.

  3. Terri, I am sorry for your loss.

  4. My condolences. Wishing Aunt Thelma a good journey.