Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months - Poem by Phillis Wheatley

Through airy roads he wings his instant flight
To purer regions of celestial light;
Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,
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Comments about A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months by Phillis Wheatley

  • Adeeb Alfateh (10/11/2019 12:08:00 AM)

    Thanks to my God, who 'd me to the skies,
    'E'er vice triumphant had possess'd my heart,
    'E'er yet the tempter had beguil d my heart,
    'E'er yet on sin's base actions I was bent,
    'E'er yet I knew temptation's dire intent;
    'E'er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt,
    'E'er vanity had led my way to guilt,

    o great, great write
    great 10+++++

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  • (8/17/2014 12:57:00 PM)

    Beautifully written so soulfully sad and profound.. (Report)Reply

    (6/21/2018 6:14:00 PM)

    that is so true

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  • Pius Didier (8/17/2014 10:11:00 AM)

    Lorina, your idea rhyms with what is in my mind, as a poet we focus things with a very different ideas and our thoughts contrast the first hand reality. to critize it i darely see the need to mourn.try to analyse my poem stay away from my will tell you of hypocrisy which befalls the beneficiaries. As a poet, i disagree with the fact that one should be buried on an expensive coffin, while those left go starving. Kevin you can also have a look at it (Report)Reply

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  • Babatunde Aremu (8/17/2013 8:26:00 PM)

    This poem encouraged me a lot. It comes my way the right time as mum has just transited. great poem (Report)Reply

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  • Suvro Bhattacharya (8/17/2012 6:18:00 PM)

    Have an inner strength!

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  • Kevin Straw (8/17/2012 10:07:00 AM)

    What utter balderdash! This is sheer fantasy - there is not the tiniest bit of evidence of any of it. The idea that parents should not weep because of the death of their child is baloney. We all know in our heart of hearts that when someone dies that is the end of them, that is why we mourn. If we really believed in Wheatley's silly myth then we would indeed be wrong in mourning. Contrast this with the recent Catullus poem. Who is right Wheatley or Catullus? (Report)Reply

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  • Abraham Gbenga (8/17/2012 7:29:00 AM)

    I love you the poem because it help the other poet to improve in composing poems. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/17/2011 3:26:00 PM)

    Love takes many forms.
    Those who suffer loss of a dear one
    And can express it in prose or poetry
    Come closest to sharing their grief
    Making us all reflect on someone
    That had a place in our hearts and is
    Now with us in spirit but not body.


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  • Juan Olivarez (8/17/2011 2:46:00 PM)

    The eternal pessimist must ever find something vile to say about anything. If you can't say something good then shuteth uppeth. (Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T A (8/17/2011 11:45:00 AM)

    It is not a preposterous love the love between two infant friends! It is wonderfully expressed by the able hand of Phillis Wheatley! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/17/2010 12:07:00 PM)

    Beneath him sees the universal whole,
    Planets on planets run their destin'd round,
    And circling wonders fill the vast profound.
    Th' ethereal now, and now th' empyreal skies
    With growing splendors strike his wond'ring eyes:

    a journey of cosmic proportions; a journey through into depths of creation.

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  • (8/17/2010 10:09:00 AM)

    So we have in Wheatley's 'esoteric' funeral poem on the death of Baby Charles (the happy subject of Wheatley's poem!) the 'thoughtless wishes' enunciated by the survivors in their 'prepost'rous love'! I do not find Wheatley's funeral poem incomprehensible nor very profound, for that matter; In fact, I find the elegy for the 12 month old infant rather endearing and somewhat charming in its imagery and delightful rhyme scheme. Can't the reader enjoy the delight Charles feels as he luxiurates in 'pleasures without measure, without end' as 'exulting cherubs round him /clap their glad wings' filling heaven with music? Why must some of us on this site persist in gruff resistance to what Wheatley obviously meant the poem to be - a comfort for those left behind? (Report)Reply

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  • (8/17/2009 3:16:00 PM)

    Kevin, I understand where your coming from in regards to this poem however, the poem is very escoteric. I say this because only a true and unwavering spiritual person will truly understand the significance of this poem and where Phillis Wheatley is coming from. The poem isn't chastising the parents grief as 'preposterous' directly, instead P.W. is chastising the reasoning behind the grief which I believe she views as selfish and hypocritical for the 'spiritual' parents. I know this may sound harsh but it really isn't...let me explain. If a person is truly spiritual and believes in God (for example) and believes that a person will spend eternal life in heaven after he or she passes...then there is nothing to fear or grieve over when faced with the time of our passing because a better place will be waiting for us in the end right? Instead the spiritual person should either be in peace when faced with death or be rejoicing in their loved ones death because they know he or she have gone on to this better place. (According to a spiritual person) . However, this isn't to say that sadness isn't justified and that tears shouldn't be shed, however, death shouldn't impede on a person's life or cause them to grieve to the point where it becomes more about appeasing their own dispair and self pity for their loss then it is about losing a loved one which from what I understand of P.W.'s poem is selfish. In this case, the infant is clearly in heaven with all the beauty and wonder that heaven has bestwoed and instead of rejoicing that their child is in a wonderous place that they supposedly believe exists, then it is hypocritical to wish the child back to a world that although is still beautiful at times, is also filled with pain, suffering. In this poem, the child will never have to suffer this nor be tempted by the evils of the world and because of this P.W. expresses that to llive in despair over the loss of this child is preposterous because the child is now in heaven and according to the spiritual person the parents will see their child one day again. Personally, if I have understood the poem correctly, I feel it's ingenious work. It's also very poignant especially for those who claim to be spiritual yet fear losing things in their lives when their faith should be strong enough for them to know better. I think it's a FANTASTIC poem! (Report)Reply

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  • Ravi A (8/17/2009 1:57:00 PM)

    I don't know about the philosophy of the poetess but I can see that it is much deeper than what we can think of. She sees the death not from our mortal level but from a different, spiritual level. It requires a good mental composure and deep insight of the philosophy of life. She touches various planes of Indian philosophy regarding birth and re-birth, the pains of life etc. The phrase decribing the parents' grief as 'prepost'rous love' need not be taken as a comment of a hard hearted person. She only says that both grief and happiness are transitory in nature and then, why should one cry at the material loss. Such philosophy may seem to be so dry for ordinary mortals like us. (Report)Reply

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  • Kevin Straw (8/17/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    I dislike this poem heartily. It seems to me nothing but wish-fulfilling fantasy. The pain that one feels at the death of an enfant is not whit assuaged by this kind of guff. The phrase decribing the parents' grief as 'prepost'rous love' says it all. (Report)Reply

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