On Death Comments

A Masterpiece on Death, very important poem about her own death, perhaps she wrote this when on her deathbed, I do not know precisely, but I guess so, Anne Killigrew died of smallpox, Very tragic!

The own vision on Death by the young Anne Killigrew. Possible thought IF you know that the poetess died at such a young age of only 25!

Very good poem there, on death, a remembering of a past tense...

I liked the flow of this work, the images created have me thinking, to understand its meaning fully, for me each reading opens a new door. good work.

Fly from their Good on a mistaken Fame. Thus Childish fear did Israel of old From Plenty and the Promis'd Land with-hold; They fancy'd Giants, and refus'd to go, When Canaan did with Milk and Honey flow... nice presentation. Interesting pen on death.

The poem reveals the positive role played by death but often addressed as ' thou wert a Curse, @@ Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe, Thou wert no more an Evil, but Relief;

A very well written poem which opens the eyes of mankind.

milk and honey flow, good writing, thanks,

Too many wonderful images to reference individually unless writing an essay on this brilliant poem. A theme I will use as a metaphor to describe this poem is; if life is a ship, a ship built in a womb, launched on maiden voyage at birth, to grow in travels, rewarded in journeys, unexpected sights, experiences ranging from calm joy to tempest fear; then ultimately if we survive all our experiences with skill in setting the right courses, taking shelter as needed, adjusting expectations to the weather reality we must endure, then death is the eventual safe port at the natural conclusion of our lives, death is a comfort for wasted timber and weary bones if we have faced and achieved our desired life goals. Just a thought. Thus because of the depth and suggested implications of this poem it is a 10+ for me.

Strong... descriptive

When Satan tempted Adam to bite the apple in the garden of Eden, little did Satan know, Adam's death will be glorified by the future human race. A great poem, in Shakespearian style and I enjoyed reading it in this present time.Ah! Thanks Anne Killigrew, whereever you are up there! Manohar Bhatia.

Beautiful. Satan in his long desire to be loved, cursed the very salvation of Him aboved. Satan in his tweisted need, garnered, forcing man to bow to him and be honored. He kissed us with death, and we cried; for Satan killed the very love he denied.

this is beautiful, pure genius, ive always loved Shakespearean English but this is beyond amazing!

What would death be to someone without woe; who never shed a tear; who never held fear, or felt despair? I'm grateful not to know.

This is a suicide note - not literally - but it expresses the desire of the suicide to be quit of the world - to find relief in death. Yet that is the suicide's false hope - for death ends us and relieves us of nothing but ourselves. We do not lie in the grave glad that all our woes are over.

I absolutely love the comment by Ramesh T A, very wise man, excellent analysis.

There is nothing to fear about death because death is just another opportunity to a better life! Also, all born people are bound to die one day and that is why man has no chance of having any fear about death! Man only seeks time to finish unfinished business he has started here and fears death only before he completes his mission! For him peace and satisfaction are important and that comes of his mission well completed before death!

A great poem ♥ I love it so much. Some of the lines really hit me.

Nice the choice of the day.... No feirce Alarms break the lasting Joy. Such real Good as Life can never know; If I delet the punctuation mark beside the lines and if I get liberty to omit the word from the second line I quote 'such'...what more the philosophers and religious ring-leaders have showered on us...what more till today when political-social-natural disorders threatening us everyday to wind up our camps from the surface...what more....Thanks to PH for such sending. Nice and unique the choice.

Sometimes, I get the impression this is Philosophyhunter.com, not Poemhunter.com.