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Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
Maya Angelou
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: poetry, loss, love
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Comments about this poem (A Conceit
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Maya Angelou
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Theodora Onken (12/31/2011 10:42:00 PM)
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Brillant write...just as all of hers are...
I admire her so.
Theo
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John Marino (8/6/2011 2:36:00 PM)
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A rejected Hallmark card
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Mohammad Akmal Nazir (7/3/2011 4:58:00 AM)
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This is real poetry. Poetry is nothing before the person whose hand she wants to hold for all her feelings belong to him then what is left for the poetry?
Great poem.
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Shyla Cureton (7/2/2011 11:08:00 AM)
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Awesomely Spoken and written Ms. Angleou,
I love the script of words used on a former sitcom you were on.... You said that to write is not to impress, but instead to be happy with yourself and with what you write is more important This is helping me. Thank You...I as well have liked your acting that I have seen. And you have captured the hearts of many.. You are such a Blessed Woman, Indeed.
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Add'em Up (1/19/2010 4:43:00 PM)
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Life is going to be what you percieve it to be, like this poem, debate and figure out things for you to understand, however negative or positive is YOUR choice.
I believe she is expressing a togetherness/temwork to go pass and get forward to life living.
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Yutoya Brown (12/6/2009 11:13:00 PM)
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Thank God for elders with knowledge and enough empathy to lend a hand to remove us from our high horse gently. That fall can truly be a deathly beast. Look at what it did to super man.
A conceit, an unjustified high opinion of your own qualities or abilities. For example, thinking so highly of yourself that you feel capable of not only judging a fantastic woman, but defining a fluid and broad category, for example POETRY.
Ignorance is a tough row to hoe, but some seem to stroke those oars quite enough for us all.
This is 2009, and we will continue to shine.
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Marcus Patterson (10/27/2009 5:20:00 AM)
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A conceit -
How bold can one be to presuppose that he/she can lead any away from his/her own emotions. Our emotions are our own - our ups, downs, struggles, triumphs. We SHARE them but we don't relinquish them to others. The speaker in this poem presumes that he/she can lead the other's emotions wherever. 'Make room for me to lead you...' Where? Beyond what the other is feeling. Furthermore, who asked the speaker to do that in the first place?
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Peri Morgan (9/24/2009 11:20:00 AM)
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To William Radenberg,
Before you start to criticise this amazing woman do some research.
Maya Angelou is one of the greatest people of our time, from her reading at the 1993 Bill Clinton inauguration, to the fact she has 3/4 libraries named after her in different countries around the world.
Her poetry is so well written and thought provoking, every poem in the hit film 'Poetic Justice' starring Tupac Shakur (yes the rapper) and Janat Jackson, was written by Maya. Oh did I mention she also co-stared in Poetic Justic aswell.
Basically what im telling you is simple,
You know absoloutly nothing about this woman, or about any of her achievments, therefore keep you slander to yourself.
If you actually did know about Maya's past, then the criticism would be welcome, but to say she know nothing about poetry...........I'm afraid my friend it is you who knows nothing on the subject.
To Maya,
Your an amazing person, when you commented on one of my pieces before I didn't even realise you were THE Maya Angelou, I love your work, ecspecially in Poetic Justice.
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Sebrina Wade (6/29/2009 5:49:00 PM)
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TO WILLIAM RODENBERG, BEFORE YOU TRY TO CRITICISE SOMEONE CHECK YOUR SPELLING BOO BOO!
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