{"id":3114,"date":"2010-10-18T06:14:08","date_gmt":"2010-10-18T10:14:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/?p=3114"},"modified":"2022-09-01T14:13:57","modified_gmt":"2022-09-01T18:13:57","slug":"an-hymn-to-phillis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/?p=3114","title":{"rendered":"An Hymn to Phillis"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/PurpleClouds2.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-9364\" src=\"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/PurpleClouds2.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"699\" srcset=\"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/PurpleClouds2.png 900w, https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/PurpleClouds2-300x233.png 300w, https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/PurpleClouds2-768x596.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 900px) 100vw, 900px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I post this painting and verse (\u201cAn Hymn to the Morning\u201d) in honor of poet Phillis Wheatley (circa 1753-1784). Her birth date, and in fact her birth year, are unknown, but today is the anniversary of the day that she was emancipated from slavery. So we might think of that as a kind of birthday.<\/p>\n<p>I chose this image to accompany her poem partly because of its depiction of dawn, but also because it was, unhappily, across the sea that Wheatley came to these shores, kidnapped in West Africa by slavers and sold in Boston. Her age was estimated at around seven or eight, because she had \u201calready lost her front teeth,\u201d a fact that clutches at the heart of any parent reading this unembellished observation. Or of anyone who knows a child\u2026 or remembers being a child. No tooth fairy for her, though. Her birth name went unrecorded, and her new owners blithely and undoubtedly without irony gave her the name Phillis, the name of the slave ship that had brought her to Boston, adding their own surname.<\/p>\n<p>Phillis was a thin, sickly child (unsurprising, after such a voyage), and although she was nursed and raised more as a child of the house than a slave, she remained delicate all her short life. Her owners soon recognized that Phillis was bright and precocious and put her education into the hands of their grown daughter Mary. Within sixteen months Phillis was fluent in English and could read even difficult passages in the Bible. Her education included Classical and English literature, geography, history, and Latin, as well as the ubiquitous Bible, and volumes of poetry\u2014an unusual education for a woman of the day, let alone an African slave. (Mary had probably been given the same education.)<\/p>\n<p>At around age twelve, Wheatley began writing her own poetry, and her first published work appeared in a Newport newspaper when she was fourteen. She felt a powerful drive to create poetry, and her owners encouraged her and assisted in its publication in journals in the colonies and in England. Much of the subject matter was quite somber, consisting of tributes to noteworthy personages of the day and elegies composed upon the death of someone\u2019s spouse or child. They are complex in their use of language, employing ambiguity and subtle understatement, and allusions to Greek and Roman history and mythology as well as to the Bible. Wheatley was obviously assuming similar education on the part of her audience, and it\u2019s pretty rough sledding for the 21st century reader. I liked this particular poem because of the rare note of humor in the closing lines, and was glad to imagine her having a small chuckle.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn\u2019t long before Wheatley\u2019s poetry brought her attention. Her owners, unable to find a colonial backer to publish a book of her work, found a publisher in London, who agreed to the project if the work could be prefaced by a statement signed by respectable Bostonians testifying to its authenticity! Phillis was questioned by Boston\u2019s judges, and the required document was procured (one of its 18 signers was John Hancock).<\/p>\n<p>So off she went to England, accompanied by her owners\u2019 grown son, where she spent several months overseeing the publication of her book and meeting both members of the nobility and free Britons of African descent. She was a celebrity. In England there was public criticism of Phillis\u2019 American enslavement, which embarrassed her owners. It probably would have been possible for her to refuse to return to America, and to stay where she would have been free; nevertheless, on hearing of her mistress\u2019 illness, she boarded ship for home, missing an upcoming opportunity to be presented at court. And shortly after her return, her owner signed her emancipation papers.<\/p>\n<p>She was free. What did that mean? Well, that her books belonged to her, and thus she attempted to sell them to help support herself. She authored a tribute to George Washington, who invited her to come call on him, as he wished to meet \u201cthe little black poetess.\u201d Phillis had hopes for the Revolution\u2014that the new country, once freed from Britain\u2019s yoke, would turn around and free its own yoked people. Her poetry, which had been ambiguous in its references to slavery, grew more clearly critical. Although she continued to write, while struggling to earn a living as a cleaning woman, she died young, ill and destitute.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Emancipation Day, Phillis. With your gifts and your drive to create, what would you have become in another era? Undoubtedly a published author of many works, interviewed by journalists, embarking on author tours, launching podcasts.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Attend my lays, ye ever honour\u2019d nine,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Assist my labours, and my strains refine;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">For bright Aurora now demands my song.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">On ev\u2019ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Harmonious lays the feather\u2019d race resume,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">To shield your poet from the burning day:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Calliope awake the sacred lyre,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The bow\u2019rs, the gales, the variegated skies<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">See in the east th\u2019 illustrious king of day!<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">His rising radiance drives the shades away&#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And scarce begun, concludes th\u2019 abortive song.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u2014 <em>Phillis Wheatley<\/em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.paypalobjects.com\/en_US\/i\/scr\/pixel.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I post this painting and verse (\u201cAn Hymn to the Morning\u201d) in honor of poet Phillis Wheatley (circa 1753-1784). Her birth date, and in fact her birth year, are unknown, but today is the anniversary of the day that she was emancipated from slavery. 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