On Imagination Comments

A beautiful piece.

What an, inner journe meticulously exploring every corner, of ourselves, and our role, in the universe space

Exquisitely crafted with artistic brilliance.

These poems are so nice. They remind me of the colonial times and these poems are from the colonial times. I like things like this stuff!

Anyone who recognizes God is awesome to me.

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful work of art..........................................................

Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies, While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies. beautiful, great great 10++++++++

Grape street or get your face beat

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ヾ(͝° ͜ʖ͡ °) ノ♪ ..........................................

wonderfully created work, so proficient....Thank you for sharing

The poet takes us through a journey. Like we can see a world we have never been to. Her poems, though insightful and meaningful, have some dark thought behind them, which I don not mind that much. I hope Ms.Wheatley knew how exquisite her poems were.

Some think this poem 'On Imagination' has an underlying meaning concerning the abilities of slaves to learn and excel in creative subjects just as well as the white race. Maybe so. It certainly can be read in that vein. Like Imagination! Who can sing thy force? could be asking who cannot be inspired to create? There is a force in this poem called Winter that discourages imagination. Winter could be seen as the white man who rips the ability to read out of black hands as well as the ability to write which pretty much freezes imagination to the ephemeral oral transmission of thoughts. .

‘Tithonus is based on a classical fable. Aurora, the goddess of Dawn, fell in love with a handsome youth, Tithonus by name. At the request of the goddess, Zeus allowed the gift of immortality on Tithonus. The goddess, however, forgot to ask for the perpetuation of her lover’s youth and beauty. With the passage of time Tithonus grew frightfully old and enfeebled, so much so that his goddess take back her gift and let him die, but Aurora was helpless, as even, “gods themselves can not recall their gifts”

Ms. Wheatley takes us on a journey far and away in Imagination, but alas at the end reality pulls us back to Earth.

Enthusiastically a brilliant and lovely write. During the age of slavery She was having such divine and profound thoughts. Filled my heart with cascading pleasures. MY HEAD BOWS BEFORE THE DIVINE GESTURE.

Brilliant, i love it!

Wow what a beautiful piece. :) me like!

She's sharing her unfettered inner-world.

Good ideas from Afirca. I enjoy reading it as the first African poem on Poemhunrt.................,