Though I have read so many poems on death the final farewell of human life this poem made me so emotional since its minute details of departing the world and the after ripple effects that gone into my mind which I have so many times witnessed in houses of death of near and dear ones and also good and bad friends and their relatives and the after death effects bravely faced by the near relatives. The great poet tells the truth in detail to feel the universe as his own home and asks each type of soul to weep and tearful if it likes and I think what a beautiful words the great poet selected to create this wonderful poem and every one interested in his poem will definitely interest in the theme and its language breadth and depth in detail no doubt.
Ha. all those poor heirs. to think of a mans death as something material to be gained. i am guilty of this, and the poem even has a wish to lose those material things, which actually do cause many a man many kinds of strife. and the hope is that in death if material things are or are not, they do not cause such squabbles in life after death. a perfect wish.
What Mr. Olivarez said - only this is also my most sincere outlook on life and death that I finally find presented in poetic form. No, he doesn't discuss any afterlife. Instead, he presents an acceptance of life and death, and whatever the world can give.
Thankyou, Mr. Arnold.
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.
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!
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.