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(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

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A Wish

I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
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  • Joseph Poewhit (5/21/2009 5:34:00 AM)

    I get the feeling of one living in a shell. Really hating this temporal life and looking out on the world through a glass. Really only finding solace in nature and the wonders. A real poet, set apart from the world in thinking. Only encompassing GODS wonders and yet questioning at the end the after life.

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  • Michael Pruchnicki (5/21/2008 3:30:00 PM)

    What is the truth before the end? Is there something after death, you ask?

    Or does the speaker of 'A Wish' merely ask that he be spared certain
    indignities that we inflict on the dying? The friends who come to gawk
    and thereby satisfy some morbid curiosity about seeing him cease to live?
    Some doctor who doesn't save his life, but can give a name to whatever
    ailment killed him? That undiscovered country of death from whose land
    no one returns to deliver a report to the survivors, is that where he's bound
    for on death's wings?

    Let me be, he says, the world will outlast me, that's for sure. At least it
    never promised me love it could not deliver! The sun shone regardless of
    me and my mortality! Let my spirit depart from its mortal body for what
    I know not - whether to some ethereal waiting room or not! It matters
    not at all!

    Matthew Arnold seems not to subscribe to a belief in an afterlife, it seems
    to me. I don't know that his poem opened my eyes or not, however!

  • Mark Nwagwu (5/21/2008 3:56:00 AM)

    How very true, death; but there is a Greater Truth, Truth itself to whom death draws us or there's nothing after death

  • Catherine Rica Cosico (5/21/2008 1:02:00 AM)

    A very good poem that will strike everyones mind...An eye opener! ! !

  • Charley60 K (5/21/2006 9:47:00 AM)

    THis was well written, different, but real
    and something to think about
    THought provoking,
    THough sad, I enjoyed reading it.

    Well expressed.......because perhaps many need to know the true before the end.

  • Jogunoori Shelley (5/21/2004 9:36:00 AM)

    I being a great believer in brotherhood and peace, supposing this as to be my responsibility and wish to shower some wisdom on the need and importance of peace.The world is fast becoming a dangerous place to live on and exigence from thi state of affairs is that we start peace.Being troubled and groaning in pain, so distressed and busy are we that we have no time even to make friends.But as we cannot afford pesssimism hope is the greatest asset that we have, The agony and the pain we endure atleast they must force out tghe need for peace.Let's all extend our hands to welcomed the peace.May this vociferous voice strike every mind and soul that do not want peace.

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