Anne Bradstreet is a devout and faithful puritan

Anne Bradstreet’s View on Death －Take two poems as example Anne Bradstreet is a devout and faithful puritan writer. She conveys her personal feelings for New England and family life in many of her poems. In these personal feelings also elucidates her puritan beliefs. In her In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet Who Deceased August, 1665, Being a Year and Half Old and On My Grandchild Simon Bradstreet, Who Died On 16 November, 1669, Being But A Month, and One Day Old, Anne expresses her view on death as a puritan. First, Anne holds a positive attitude towards death. Death is something that can not be escaped because it is inevitable. However, she sees it in a different light. In her In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet Who Deceased August, 1665, Being a Year and Half Old, death is thought of as a natural phenomenon, just like the rot of trees, the fall of the apples, the reaping of the corns and grass. All of them are, of course, the natural processes, so is the death of human. The trees do rot when they are grown and the the apples thoroughly ripe do fall. The same principle applies to the death of human. People shall die when they grow up. In her On My Grandchild Simon Bradstreet, Who Died On 16 November, 1669, Being But A Month, and One Day Old, Anne doesn’t describe the departing of the dead child as something sorrow and fading, but joyful. In her eyes, the little child just fells asleep and lives with endless joy. Besides, Anne has faith in immortality. For all the puritans, it is strongly believed that people are born evil. However, they will be moved beyond sin by God and be immoral. As a puritan, Anne believes that people will live in another world where the sin can be purged and people can enjoy the happiness forever. In her In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet Who Deceased August, 1665, Being a Year and Half Old, the death of the baby is viewed as eternity and the baby will be settled in an everlasting state. For the baby, death means the death of his body, but his flesh will live in eternity. On My Grandchild Simon Bradstreet, Who Died On 16 November, 1669, Being But A Month, and One Day Old, Anne thinks that his grandchild is just gone for an acquaintance short. However, he will return to make up all the losses and will remain in endless joy.