Pulled it from around the waist of the world
and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes!
She called in her soul to come and see.
She might now her silken pinions try to rise from earth,
and sweep th’ expanse on high:
From Tithon’s bed now might Aurora rise,
while a pure stream of light o’erflows the skies.
Phillis Wheatley Kidnapped at age 7 in West Africa, American slave, 1753–1784
I was born in the Congo.
I walked to the fertile crescent and built the…
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