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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
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  • Helen Baird (1/14/2012 11:51:00 AM)

    Love this poem. It reminds me of the words in a song... You cut me open and I keep bleeding love.

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  • Ken E Hall (10/11/2011 11:25:00 PM)

    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

  • Estrellita Dedel (8/17/2011 10:52:00 PM)

    beautiful.... one of my favorites! :)

  • Debbie Ledford (2/5/2011 6:34:00 PM)

    grate poem..... i loved it :)

  • Anna Williams (12/17/2010 2:55:00 AM)

    I keep dying because I love to live... Love it.

  • Rose Russell (6/24/2010 10:33:00 PM)

    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

  • Danise Thomas (2/8/2010 6:51:00 PM)

    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.

  • Rinki Nandy (2/5/2010 3:03:00 AM)

    'i keep dying bcoz i love to live' aren't the best thing happened after a long time!

  • Seema Joglekar (8/17/2009 4:39:00 AM)

    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.

  • Karen Natasha Seerattan (7/8/2009 10:24:00 AM)

    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

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