Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Andrea Mitchell (11/30/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    You demean a great poet by identifying her as a great African-American woman. I didn't even realize Maya Angelou was African-American until I was 18. Why do we have to note that she is an African-American woman? Edgar Allen Poe is not identified as being a great White male poet. Edgar Allen Poe is simply a great poet. So why can't we simply say Maya Angelou was a great poet? Because that's all I see.

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  • Calvin Phil (8/28/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    she is really a good poet and she has done good work. i'm a poet here and this is my blog http: //fresharticleswriting.blogspot.com/2016/08/love-poetry.html

  • Bartholomew Dele (8/23/2016 8:26:00 AM)

    a beautiful and wonderful piece. Keep it up.

  • Arti Patel (7/6/2016 9:43:00 AM)

    Best poem that i ever read for a woman

  • Sophie Woo (6/3/2016 11:27:00 PM)

    A truly phenomenal woman.

  • justus omuruli (5/24/2016 11:07:00 AM)

    I appreciate acknowledge your poetry work. Your a star in this field. Keep on. Love your art.

  • Terna Michael (4/23/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    So good

  • Addy Telzrow (3/30/2016 12:31:00 PM)

    Is she dead? It's really great that she's #1 on the 500 poets list.

  • Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (3/24/2016 7:43:00 PM)

    What an Angel you are, O Maya. Your poems constantly reminds me of my extraordinary relationship with Smt Hemangi S., my dearest wife of many lifetimes. Every woman is unique in herself. My wife is absolutely phenomenal - just like you, O Maya. I love you Hemangi, on this day, as I have loved never before.

  • Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul (2/27/2016 9:19:00 AM)

    Classic

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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