The great poet Maya Angelou passes

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  • designs

    Her life embodied how the human spirit can rise from crushing conditions to mentor, role model and teacher.

    She went mute for 5 years after being raped at the age of 9. In that time she found her inner spirit to write and speak for others.

    Her life course went from working in Brothels to teaching in Universites. From broken home to addressing the nation at William Clinton's Inaugeration.

    Her poems touched millions of lives. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings; On The Pulse Of Morning; A Brave And Startling Truth:

    We, this people, on a small and lonely planet

    Traveling through this casual space

    Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns

    To a destination where all signs tell us

    It is possible and imperative that we learn

    A brave and startling truth

  • Laika

    Oh, what a shame. :( She was wonderful.

  • designs

    The caged bird sings

    with a fearful trill

    of things unknown

    but longed for still

    and his tune his heard

    on a distant hill

    for the caged bird

    sings of freedom

  • Wasanelder Once
    Wasanelder Once

    I'm sorry she is gone, but I never liked her work or the reverence she was given. She exuded a certain snobbery in her manner which belied her nature. Without her backstory I would never have guessed her roots. I think her manner turned some people off. I like poetry that is both meaningful and witty at times, not simply dark and brooding. To each their own.

  • jgnat

    This quote from Maya Angelou affected me deeply, and helped me understand people better.

    “The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.”
    Maya Angelou

  • confusedandalone

    jgnat, I remember that as well... I did appreciate alot of her work as well.

    I had an english teacher who literally force fed us alot of her material in High School. She will be missed

  • designs

    Out of the huts of history's shame

    I rise

    up from a past that's rooted in pain

    I rise

    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide

    welling and swelling I bear in the tide

    leaving behind nights of terror and fear

    I rise

    into a daybreak that's wonderously clear

    I rise

  • designs

    We, unaccustomed to courage

    exiled from delight

    live coiled in shells of loneliness

    until love leaves its high holy temple

    and comes into our sight

    to liberate us into life

  • Gregor

    Someone decided she was a genius poet. The herd followed.

    Pretentious drivel.

  • designs

    Pretentious no, a person who became very strong and rose above her tragedies and the times yes.

    Her bond with author and social observer James Baldwin was very powerful.

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