To Phillis
Wheatley

To you whose eloquence could sway
the sun a moment as it crawls the sky:
though your departure is long past,
your words have vis’ted me in this new time,
the twenty-first of centuries,
of those yet come since Jesus Christ, that man.
And should you wonder at this thought,
that through so many years your poems live,
dear Phillis, please read them again
and dwell on each as if your childhood friend
had written carefully and come
to you in morning’s silence for your eyes.