He’s placed dramatically center stage
by Benjamin West—Benjamin Franklin.
His gray hair flies. He’s getting on in age.
Electricity coming from lightning!
He’s dressed in dark clothes with a white tied tie.
His brow is furrowed and his face is lit.
His red cape sweeps up into windy sky.
A key hangs from a string; he faces it.
Around his gadgets and himself, one sees
a scattering of unclothed cherubim.
Beneath the storm he is about to seize
a truth that will become a part of him.
One sees the clouds; one hardly sees the kite;
he’s seizing in his left hand something white,
while raising up his right.

 

Featured Image: ‘Benjamin Franklin Drawing Electricity from the Sky’ by Benjamin West.

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