Two weeks ago I reviewed Phillis Sings Out Freedom: The Story of George Washington and Phillis Wheatley. Today I bring you one of her poems from Poetry America.
by Phillis Wheatley
Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee!
Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand,
And all attest how potent is thine hand.
From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend,
Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:
To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,
Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.
Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
Till some lov’d object strikes her wand’ring eyes,
Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,
And soft captivity involves the mind.
Imagination! who can sing thy force?
Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
Soaring through air to find the bright abode,
Th’ empyreal palace of the thund’ring God,
We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
And leave the rolling universe behind:
From star to star the mental optics rove,
Measure the skies, and range the realms above.
There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,
Or with new worlds amaze th’ unbounded soul.
Read the rest HERE.
Poetry Friday is being held at Great Kids Books. Thanks, Mary Ann.
In just 6 weeks it will be National Poetry Month. Do you want an original poem by a student poet? Let me know by email macrush53 at yahoo dot com. I am creating my list to send.
Happy Friday. Happy Reading