The most important figure of speech in the poem is the personification of "Death." By personifying death, Dickinson makes it seem less powerful. In fact, she makes it seem mortal, and vulnerable, just like people. This is the point that Dickinson makes throughout the poem. Toward the end of the poem, she emphasizes the point by posing a rhetorical question, addressed to death. She asks, "why swell'st thou then?" The point of a rhetorical question is to put an implied answer in the listener's mind. The implied answer here, based on what Dickinson has said about death previously in the poem, is that death should not be arrogant, and so has no reason at all to "swell."
Throughout the poem Dickinson also uses a lot of imperative phrases. An imperative phrase begins with a verb, and is expressed as an order. For example, "be not proud," and "Die not, poor Death." By using imperative phrases like this, Dickinson is implying that death is not the one with the power. Death is the one who must take the orders.
Dickinson continues to, as it were, put "Death" in its place, by describing how it is, metaphorically, "slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men." In other words death comes when summoned or ordered by kings, or when called upon by desperate, suicidal men, or sometimes simply when fate or chance decides that death should occur. The point of the "slave" metaphor is to compound the idea discussed above, that death does not have dominion over men, or fate, but is a "slave" to the whims of both.
First of all we have personification. This is a figure of speech where something that isn't human is given human characteristics. In this particular case, that something is death. All of the character traits given by Donne to death are negative ones. Death has no reason to be proud; some may call it "mighty and dreadful," but it really isn't. Death can really be nothing more than sleep:
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure . . .
And what's so special about sleep? Sleep potions and drugs can do the job just as well as death:
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
In any case, death is but a short sleep, a prelude to better things: the elevation of our souls to eternal life:
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Sleep is used by Donne, then, as an extended metaphor. This is in keeping with his strategy in the poem to disabuse death of its pride and arrogance. In reducing death to little more than a short sleep, he's depriving it of its tyrannical power over us.
Synecdoche is a figure of speech in which a part of something stands for the whole. An example would be "hand" as in "hand in marriage." You don't marry someone's hand; the hand is used to stand for the whole person. Donne's use of synecdoche here is much less obvious, more subtle:
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
"Me" doesn't simply refer to the speaker of the poem; it refers to all of us. So the speaker is standing for the whole of humanity as part of the general theme of the piece.
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Of course it's not just our bones that rest when we die, but our whole bodies. But "bones" is being used here to stand for our bodies.
Alliteration is used throughout the poem. In particular, the repetition of the "d" sound induces a deadening, sleepy rhythm that perfectly captures the spirit of Donne's extended metaphor of death as sleep. Also, the repetition of "k" introduces a note of sparky defiance to the poem, a bold challenge to the deadening weight of death's sleep:
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
In the previous line the spirit of defiance is also represented by the repeated use of the "th" digraph:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow . . .
Finally, Donne ends the poem with a paradox. He's emphasizing his main point once more—that individuals and societies should stop fearing death. And if they can do this, then death will effectively lose its power over people:
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44107/holy-sonnets-death-be-not-proud
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