Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Itai Oscar (6/16/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    Great work! A poetry runs in her blood...

    52 person liked.
    27 person did not like.
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  • Vineet Chhikara Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

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  • Barack Obama (5/14/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    ay mayas ma nigga forreal

  • James Meurant (4/23/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    When I see Maya Angelou's poetry (to dare call it such) I feel like clawing my eyes out.

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  • Biswajit Basu (3/2/2013 5:14:00 AM)

    Why must we compare? Maya is a poet...period. She is black...period. She is a woman...period. These are all incidental attibutes. What has it got to do with her poetry which, I am sure, was never written in a spirit of competition with other poets. She is good and that is it. Let's just accept that and forget the rating of #1.

  • Reinier Steven Van Ramshorst (2/22/2013 7:55:00 PM)

    She's not bad. Her #1 position is laughable. It's a symptom of our present tendency of totalitarian politization and the primacy of context over content. Stop talking about blackness and women and poverty, tell me why this human being can write.

  • Disareay Masterman (2/22/2013 7:45:00 AM)

    I've read Woman Work and a woman is never done cause they have mouth to feed, house to clean tend to there men's needs, tend to the sick etc...

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 ...

Read the full of Phenomenal Woman

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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