Question

Write an unpublished sonnet on any topic.

Answer 1

Answer:

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.

Explanation:

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Answer 2

Answer:

I follow thought and what the world announces

I lean to hear, and leaning too far over,

Fall, and babied by confusion, cover

Myself in drowse, too tired by such bounces.

But in sleep are dreams across zigzagging snow

Descending quietly and slow, like minutes,

And on this peace the soul again begins its

Rhetoric of desire, older than Jericho,

And rails once more, like birds of early morning

Urchinous on branches and like newsboys,

“Extra, this is the meaning of life,

Here is the real good, beyond all turning,”

Till night goes home, astonished by such cries,

I wake up, and, to feel superior, I laugh.

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