Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Remembrance - Poem by Maya Angelou

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.


Comments about Remembrance by Maya Angelou

  • Rookie - 97 Points Loppo Louie (5/20/2015 12:56:00 PM)

    Maya is quite the poetic warrior.
    A woman in a warrior stance... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:15:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cynthia Plummer (1/16/2014 12:45:00 AM)

    Yes, some of us relate to similar memories. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (8/14/2010 12:53:00 PM)

    The poem plays upon multiple meanings,
    the line your taking reaches consummation
    in the magic withdrawn and seed spent
    an afterglow of ecstasy savoured consumed (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Joy Lumanog (4/1/2010 8:50:00 AM)

    yea it is...remembering the special moment...you're right keith.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Keith Shezi (2/26/2010 8:17:00 AM)

    This poem places images of a woman enjoying love making with her lover
    I think they are having foreplay… then they do the “deed”
    “When you have withdrawn
    Yourself and your magic…” After the “deed “is done and his fragrance or scent is left on her
    Then she will miss him and think about that special moment they shared or him (the memory of him)
    That’s what I think, what do you guys think? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Edward Cousins (12/26/2009 7:58:00 PM)

    wonderful................................. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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