Maya Angelou (4 April 1928)
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Poems by Maya Angelou : 20 / 27
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.
Maya Angelou
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: memory, children, love, sleep, child
Poems by Maya Angelou : 20 / 27
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Love this poem. It reminds me of the words in a song... You cut me open and I keep bleeding love.
Age sure does weary us but your cleverness shouts out 'I love to live' so do I that's why
I as a kid I dived into the cellars to avoid Hitler's bombs, glad he's dead....life is wonderful...kind regards
beautiful.... one of my favorites! :)
grate poem..... i loved it :)
I keep dying because I love to live... Love it.
I love when she says I keep dying because I love to live...What that means to me is in order to enjoy the good times in life you have to know the struggle if I never knew struggle I would never appreciate peace comfort and a worry less life. So I don't mind dying because it teaches me how much I love living. -Wrong Era
We born and we love life, but someday we are going to die as we were born, grew and become old, without physical strenght, with wrinkles and darkness in our eyes. Life - death - young - old - beauty and smooth - wrinkles and darkness.
'i keep dying bcoz i love to live' aren't the best thing happened after a long time!
It oozes out and starts to pour,
These splendidly worded lines I adore,
It gropes and wrenches the choking from within,
And releases a breath of fresh air, bloodied, warm, I mean.
I just want to comment on one thing miss Angelou all your poems teaches me a lesson some way or the other and I love love you and I KNOW I HAVE YOU