In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

sábado, 13 de dezembro de 2008


The longing hurts, it is a wound, when reminding the value of a friend's friendship
A hunter of slaves deprived it of the freedom with only eight years
They forced her to not to pick more mangos, pineapples, bananas
The savages' fruits

Lost forever the interior, the secrets of her Mother's sorcery
The African jungle. It embarked orphan in the mother slaver
Oh! Don't do me badly! I never again promise to flee of the Whites
I won't arise more to the backs of the palm trees. No more I will refresh
I will satiate, in the water of the coconuts. Because no more I will see them, I will eat
My parents, siblings, friends will remember. The tides in the sands won't hug

The morning is so enclosed, shaded unreal
She stripped to greet me. I see the prow of the slaver
That me have-of taking, to slide. No there is, I don't see, nobody doesn't come
To lean on, to help to save
The margin stands back, I think she sends me a smile
We are already far. Didn't know that the sea was like this big
So immense... Fortunately the slaver is not afraid of him
They seem friends so. He should have a lot of hands that hold him
Or else sank. I am afraid of this greatness and I burst into tears

The slaves' trafficker screams me. His voice is so potent
That the ocean shakes. "Ó spice, collects you in the cubicle! "
It recorded in the memory the furrows of the prow slaver that it broke eagerly
The marine currents. The rioted vacancies accompanied the hurry
Of the arrival without a destination. Of so far known
Docked in Boston, a New ignored World
Some of the modern slavers that redo the route
Before Africanized, take oath with fright
That they saw a ghost ship, flying Wheatley

A rich merchant bought her, presented her as maid for his wife
You of the slaves could never know
That it mattered, bought a poetess, a condor
The plantations of the illusions enslave us, as crowds
You gave her to study geography, history, and Latin. If all studied…

To the thirteen years it demonstrated famous poetry
With twenty years in England published her
Exotic African with scale in the New World
Phillis Wheatley ended in the law of the jungle. Thirty and years of Christianized fervour

Far away from the silent heat, of the breeze loving, tender savage
Of the rivers swallowed by the valleys of the black poetry. Extinguished, unknown
Live in his black heart, known in their thoughts

Of very clear movements

Gil Gonçalves

Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral. London: Printed for Archibald Bell and Sold in Boston by Cox and Berry, 1773.
Phillis Wheatley was one of the most well- known poets in America during her day. Wheatley was born on the western coast of Africa and kidnapped from the Senegal-Gambia region when she was about seven years old.

Not being of suitable age to be sold as a slave in the West Indies or the southern colonies, she was transported to Boston, where she was purchased in 176l by John Wheatley, a prominent tailor, as an attendant to his wife. Phillis learned English quickly and was taught to read and write, and within sixteen months of her arrival in America she was reading passages from the Bible, Greek and Latin classics, astronomy, geography, history, and British literature.

Phillis published her first poem in the Newport, Rhode Island, Mercury on December 21, 1767. Unable to get her poems published in Boston, Phillis and the Wheatleys turned to London for a publisher, with the result that in 1773 thirty-nine of Phillis' poems were published as Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral.

This collection, of which a first edition is shown, is Phillis Wheatley's only book, and the first volume of poetry to be published by an Afro-American. The poems reflect the religious and classical background of her New England education. Over one- third consist of elegies, the remainder being on religious, classical and abstract themes.
Purchased through the Matthew Newkirk Memorial Fund

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