Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/29/2014 6:04:00 AM)

    Great poet Maya Angelou is no more. She has died at her home today. A great loss for literature.

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  • Arianna Santiago (5/28/2014 8:50:00 PM)

    I really can relate to maya shes a freedom speech to my life, to women lifes.To this day we should know her, this is her day of her pease in heven as she died and let her freedom ring to od, women, menthe world maya angelou is pease to our world she should be respected to this day

    IN GODS WORD SHE SHALL LET WOMENS FREEDOM RING

  • Ozioma Anieto (5/28/2014 4:47:00 PM)

    With Maya, it was love at first read….her blackness, her wits and her philosophy. While enjoying Maya’s work, I thought she existed in the past…. I never knew such a talent is ‘not’ of old…and still can’t believe that who wrote “I Know Why Caged Bird Sings” was still among us. I always wish to answer her poetic question in this natural way;

    Yes, your sexiness upsets me,
    It comes to me as a surprise
    That you can dance like you’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of your thighs.

    Adieu Maya Angelou…..you are a rainbow in our cloud…..and we now know why the caged bird sings….

  • Darlene Walsh (5/28/2014 4:14:00 PM)

    She was a wonderful poet and a phenomenal woman. She will be in my prayers as will her family. She has left us a great deal to think about, a great deal to make each of us a better person. She will be greatly missed.

  • Deondra Hardemon (5/28/2014 11:03:00 AM)

    Wow.... Maya Angelo has gone to glory. There were two famous people I wanted to meet be for I left this world and she was one of them. Through her work and simply the way she carried her self made me feel I knew her. She always manage to be in ours head but some how she manage to touch our hearts as well. She will live on in my heart. A phenomenal woman was she!

  • Lungelo Senzo Mbuyazi (5/14/2014 3:38:00 PM)

    I Lungelo S. Mbuyazi as an individual, admits that many poets or 'poets' (writers) writes including me if one will catagorise it that way. Poets they do not just wites but draw on a cartesian plane of what is in author's mind to our subconscious mind and lay down what they are trying to say to us and so we see it. Maya you are just that poet with a cartesian plane for the reader.

  • Shobana Gomes (4/28/2014 5:29:00 AM)

    Still I rise - I can relate to this - gorgeous poem Maya

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  • Leiao Gerega (3/3/2014 3:17:00 AM)

    this is the first of her poems I have read. the poem shows appreciation of women in all their qualities, as creatures of beauty and care. thanks Maya

  • Wahab Abdul (2/10/2014 1:35:00 PM)

    “Phenomenal Woman” is one of the powerful poems that represents the rise of hope and pride of a woman (especially African-American woman) despite the abuse, torture and neglect she has experienced. Instead of being ashamed or guilty or blaming herself, she has gained the hope and strength, which makes her the “Phenomenal Woman”. This is one self-confident woman with exceptionally strong compelling persona and very high self-esteem, who loves herself in spite of the discrimination and the exploitation from society and people. The poem uses a special and repetitious pattern in each stanza, e.g. the stanza begins with a description of society’s reaction to the woman as they notice her. These reactions are all categorized by wonderment about the vivacious woman, why she is so happy and what others see in her. Ms. Angelou expresses her feeling of a hidden frustration and anger at the society who questions the subject’s self-confidence and strength.

The Detached

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.

We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,

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