Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings


The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
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  • Grace Mcgee (11/13/2012 6:00:00 PM)

    Oh my gosh its so beautiful but so sad and powerful could you please look at my poem and comment (Report) Reply

  • ! ? (10/24/2012 11:42:00 AM)

    this poem is so wrought with beauty you can almost reach out and touch it. One of my favorites! (Report) Reply

  • Artemidorous Rent (10/18/2012 4:16:00 PM)

    I believe there is an error -

    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the win

    Me thinks it is wind not win (Report) Reply

  • Makayla Johnson (9/20/2012 12:46:00 PM)

    Of things unknown but longed for still... A line I know well. I feel this poem in my soul. More profound than simple words. It's a feeling. Freedom is a beautiful thought but so few of us have ever felt what it is to truly be free. Our wings are clipped, but still we sing. Sing because the most beautiful songs come from longing and pain. And the most beautiful voices are the ones that ring through the dark.

    Amazing poem. (Report) Reply

  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (8/23/2012 10:36:00 PM)

    This poem ought to be dedicated to Paul Laurence Dunbar, who died in 1904. He wrote a poem entitled Sympathy, which has an incredible resemblance to this poem I know why the caged bird sings. Unfotunately, Brother Dunbar did not entitle his poem correctly. Readers, please read Dunbar's famous poem Sympathy, you will be enlightened; you will see exactly what I mean. On the other hand, Maya is very visual; she is a good writer; she knows how to catch her readers's attention. Maya is an incredible sniper, she always hits the core of the heart. I feel that I had to give credit, where credit is due. I enjoy reading both poems and I love both poems: my brother and my sister. Hebert Logerie (Report) Reply

  • Anita Venter (8/21/2012 2:27:00 PM)

    ... not like anyone would really get this poem; you all search for who its author is (Report) Reply

  • Margaret Haig (8/7/2012 2:28:00 AM)

    You certainly know how to write a story into a poem, it gives a picture of what you are seeing well done (Report) Reply

  • Lionel Freeman (7/27/2012 9:43:00 PM)

    Great true words of wisdom from a true great of her craft. It makes me appreciate freedom and other things we so often consider simple and inconsequential. (Report) Reply

  • Lynn Stillman (7/20/2012 4:40:00 PM)

    Such a deep and beautiful poem from such a beautiful heart. It reminds me of my own freedom because I am
    half blind. Such a beautiful poem that touched something deep inside of me.Thank you Miss Angelou. (Report) Reply

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