Poem for 2/24/22 - God Could Not Make Her a Poet by Cornelius Eady

 

God Could Not Make Her a Poet

Cornelius Eady

Thomas Jefferson said this, more or less, After he read the musings of the clever African Phillis Wheatley, a sensation of both the Colonies And England, a black patriot, though a slave. Whatever a black hand can build, he knew, Could only be guided by a master’s vision, Like this room of the mansion he probably Wrote his opinion in—what black mind could Dream in these proportions? And gather The slope of these Virginia hills so lovingly To his window? God could give her words, But the subtle turn? Like giving a gull A sack of gold.

Copyright © 2022 by Cornelius Eady. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 24, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets. “This is a poem in a cycle I am writing about Phillis Wheatley Peters, the first Black poet to publish a full-length book of poetry in America. My cycle explores that period of time between the loss of her native West African tongue and its replacement with English. The title of my poem, ‘God Could Not Make Her a Poet,’ is based on what Thomas Jefferson wrote after reading Wheatley-Peters’s book: ‘Religion, indeed, has produced a Phillis Wheatley; but it could not produce a poet.’” —Cornelius Eady