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The Leisure Moments of Phillis Wheatley
The following Poems were written originally for the Amusement of the Author, as they were the Products of her leisure Moments.
Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral
The poet history knows as Phillis Wheatley was born about 1753 in Western Africa, in todayâs Gambia or Ghana. Her first name came to her from the French slave ship Phillis that brought her as a young girl to Boston in 1761. As usual with American slaves her surname was given her by John and Susanna Wheatley, who bought her for domestic service. A few tantalizing references here and there in her poetry possibly refer to a childhood in Africa, but the world she actually wrote about was the English colonial city of Boston and its political and religious connections to London and her English patrons. She was taught to read by John and Susannaâs daughter, Mary, and her range of learning quickly expanded beyond ABCs. With her first published poem in 1765 and a widely admired funeral elegy for the evangelist George Whitefield in 1770, she proved to be a precocious student of the Bible and the neoclassical poetry of Milton, Dryden, and Alexander Pope, as well as of Popeâs translation of Homer and Drydenâs Vergil. In the authenticating preface to Poems on Various Subjects John Wheatley reports that she was learning Latin. How much Latin she learned and how widely she read is a matter for speculation. As is often the case with poets, a scholarâs expertise in the language did not prove to be of much moment. She lived in a time when detailed commentaries and literal prose translations as well as poetic imitations were available for all the major classical poets. With the support of Whitefieldâs English patron Selina Hastings, the Countess of Huntingdon, Wheatley published her first book of poems in London in 1773. Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral gathered new and previously published poems and opened with âTo Maecenas,â a bold imitation of the famous opening poem of Horaceâs Odes. With the coming of the American Revolution she shifted her political allegiance in the poem âTo His Excellency George Washington,â and some correspondence between them is preserved. These proved to be the high points of her artistic life. Within a few years after her return from London both Susanna and John Wheatley were dead, and she was free in fact if not by formal emancipation to marry the freed black slave John Peters, in 1778. She hoped to publish a second volume of poetry but never found the sponsors for it. Phillis was not able to make a living on her own; nor was her husband. They had three children and all of them died, with Phillis Wheatley Peters herself dying with her youngest child in December 1784. She was buried in an unmarked grave in Boston.
Wheatleyâs remark in the preface to her volume about her leisure moments is notable in two ways. Leisure is not something a slave should have. It is not appropriate or even allowable for such an economic entity to consider that she has such a thing as leisure at her disposal. More to the point of our reading of this neoclassical poet, the leisure time that literature requires recalls a familiar Roman scenario for the philosophical and literary pursuits of liberi, free people. When a slave in Plautusâs comedies talks about his otium, his âfree time,â he is making a joke. Wheatleyâs âleisureâ is the Latin otium, which could mean something pejorative, such as idleness, but when used in connection with poetry it has a positive sense: freedom from work, freedom to enjoy the fruits of a liberal education devoted to cultural pursuits like philosophy and the writing of poetry.
In this opening chapter we focus on three poems that show Wheatleyâs neoclassical poetics at its most accomplished, as well as some evidence for the way she refined and revised her work from earlier drafts to the final published version: the signature opening poem âTo Maecenas,â modeled after Horaceâs first Ode to Maecenas and Vergilâs first Eclogue; her Miltonic treatment of the David and Goliath story from the Bible, âGoliath of Gath,â which incidentally has a number of suggestive parallels with the boasting contests of the early West African epic Sundiata; and âNiobe in Distress for Her Children Slain by Apollo,â a free imitation of Ovid also inspired by Richard Wilsonâs painting of the slaying of Niobeâs children. Wheatleyâs âNiobeâ transforms Ovidâs story in the Metamorphoses into a miniature epic by an adroit appropriation of the opening of Popeâs 1725 translation of the Iliad. The Wrath of Achilles and the pains thousandfold it brought upon the Achaeans become the story of the Wrath of Apollo that destroys Niobe and her children.
The texture of this first chapter is much shaped by the particular art it describes, the versifying of a young provincial poet of great promise, possibly even genius. Her poetry demands that we learn to think with her and, for the space of this chapter at least, read poetry like her, and that is no simple thing. The conventions of eighteenth-century English prosody can be as remote and unfamiliar to present-day readers as the most difficult contemporary poetry. As in the next chapterâs discussion of the complexities of Frederick Douglassâs periodic style, we believe nothing less detailed could do justice to their art.
The Color Black
Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a Man struggling for Life in the water and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?
Samuel Johnson to Lord Chesterfield, 1755
The first African American to publish a book of poetry with classical themes worked under severe limitations. It was widely believed that people of African descent could not read poetry or understand art, let alone create them. Thomas Jefferson conceded that blacks could deliver themselves of spontaneous bursts of emotion, but he did not believe they were capable of the intellect and concentration that great art requires. Phillis Wheatley had her defenders then and later, but Jeffersonâs passing comment remains the single most quoted passage in Wheatley criticism, simply because it was Jefferson who wrote it. Many of the poems in Poems on Various Subjects, Moral and Religious in fact confirm his comment about the sincerity of her religion. Her verse is nothing if not devout, and many of her poems celebrate Christian themes. We would expect nothing less of a beginner schooled in Puritan classicism, with models like Milton and his sublime blend of the classical and the biblical.1 Her best poems suggest a precocious talent for a twenty-year-old. Skill in versifying religious subjects was expected of a Christian poet. Engagement with classical myth and literature was every bit as important for her art as the Bible, but even then she could expect many of her readers to read something like her imitation of Ovid in âNiobe in Distressâ strictly as a neoclassical moral narrative which employed a classic mainly as a pretext to teach Christian values like humility and obedience to God.
After Jefferson, the less religion counted in critical estimations of her poetry, the less Wheatleyâs standing even as a Christian. For much of the nineteenth century and nearly all of the twentieth, her reputation was not enhanced by her piety. To incredulous readers during the civil rights era and later she came to seem more and more a poet who had actually embraced slavery. The question of color and race was at the center of much negative criticism of Wheatley, not least because she seemed to deal with it so clearly in her poetry.
The most frequently anthologizedâand certainly the most malignedâof her poems are two that seem to refer directly to race. âOn Being Brought from Africaâ is a tribute for Godâs grace in bringing her from Africa to America and the Christianâs faith (ââTwas Mercy brought me from my Pagan landâ) and âTo the University of Cambridgeâ (Harvard), where she speaks as an âEthiopeâ determined to give moral instruction to the universityâs young students.
The problem with all this modern outrage at Wheatleyâs betrayal of the race is that her verbal signifiers for race did not center on the word âblackâ in its current sense. She limited her use of racial labels to those found in the Bible. The most frequent such markers in her poetry are âEthiopianâ and its variants and âAfricanâ in a variety of forms. She uses âblackâ not so much to refer to race, but as a sign of a depraved spiritual condition. Negative moral connotations of the word âblackâ are documented well into the nineteenth century, as in the work of FrĂ©dĂ©ric Portal and Paillot de Montabert. In his 1837 book on color symbolism in art, Portal observes:
Symbol of evil and falsity, black is not a color, but rather the negation of all nuances and what they represent. Thus red represents divine love, but united to black it represents infernal love, egotism, hatred and all the passions of degraded man. Symbolic of error, of nothingness . . . black is the negation of light, it has been attributed to the author of all evil and falsity.2
Wheatley rejects the argument of many of her contemporaries that Africans were soulless, that redemption was not intended to include them. âOn Being Broughtâ places this argument in the mouth of seemingly nameless others.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
âTheir colour is a diabolic die.â
And then she answers them. Her fellow Christians are responsible for this confusion about the color black.
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refinâd, and join thâangelic train.
Wheatley wrote this poem in the midst of fierce contemporary arguments over the wisdom of preaching to slaves and converting them. Many of the opposition voices questioned the possibility that Africans even had souls. She does more than celebrate the boundlessness of Godâs mercy in this short lyric; she also clearly places herself on the positive side of the argument when she notes that her formerly benighted soul now understands its true nature. Rather than a poem apologizing for her African origins, these lines in âOn Being Broughtâ are a confident rebuke to one of the major racist beliefs born of slavery. It is an example of the doctrine of the Fortunate Fall, which argues that what seems the most tragic experience may be transformed into a glorious triumph of redemption.
What a pre-Christian (pagan) imagination might perceive as tragedy is nothing substantial to a Christianâs way of thinking. The end of life is not the end of the story, and mortality takes on a different meaning when the certainty of an afterlife beckons. The salvation of the soul, not the end of life itself, is of paramount concern. Unless Wheatleyâs religion is kept in mind, her verse is easily misread as temporizing, when in fact it was conceived as something that could not be measured by the notions of this world alone.
We can see the same moral and religious scruples in âTo the University of Cambridge in New England,â which reveals Wheatley as a participant in what Sacvan Bercovitch terms the American jeremiad, a sermon form characterized by an unshakeable optimism.3 Wheatleyâs poetry and especially her elegies are most often marked not by lamentation but by joyful resolutions. Movement in the poems almost always favors elevation both physical and spiritual. This is the voice through which Wheatley frequently speaks. Her scolding tone in her address to the Harvard students is the voice of a preacher delivering a se...