Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Surhyun Kim (7/15/2014 9:47:00 PM)

    On The Pulse Of Morning'

    A Rock, A River, A Tree
    Hosts to species long since departed,

    Marked the mastodon,

    The dinosaur, who left dried tokens

    Of Their sojourn here

    On our planet floor,

    Any broad alarm of their hastening doom

    Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

    But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly,


    Come, you may stand upon my

    Back and face your distant destiny,

    But seek no haven in my shadow,

    I will give you no hiding place down here.

    You, created only a little lower than

    The angels, have crouched too long in

    The bruising darkness

    Have lain too long

    Facedown in ignorance,

    Your mouths spilling words

    Armed for slaughter.

    The Rock cries out to us today,

    You may stand upon me;

    But do not hide your face.

    Across the wall of the world,

    A River sings a beautiful song. It says,

    Come, rest here by my side.

    Each of you, a bordered country,

    Delicate and strangely made proud,

    Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

    Your armed struggles for profit

    Have left collars of waste upon

    My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

    Yet today I call you to my riverside,

    If you will study war no more.

    Come, clad in peace,

    And I will sing the songs

    The Creator gave to me when I and the

    Tree and the Rock were one.

    Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow

    And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.

    The River sang and sings on.

    There is a true yearning to respond to

    The singing River and the wise Rock.

    So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew

    The African, the Native American, the Sioux

    The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,

    The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik,

    The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,

    The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.

    They hear. They all hear

    The speaking of the Tree.

    They hear the first and last of every Tree

    Speak to humankind today.

    Come to me,

    Here beside the River.

    Plant yourself beside the River.

    Each of you, descendant of some passed-

    On traveller, has been paid for.

    You, who gave me my first name, you,

    Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you

    Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then

    Forced on bloody feet,

    Left me to the employment of

    Other seekers - desperate for gain,

    Starving for gold.

    You, the Turk, the Arab, the Swede,

    The German, the Eskimo, the Scot,

    The Italian, the Hungarian, the Pole,

    You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought

    Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare

    Praying for a dream.

    Here, root yourselves beside me.

    I am that Tree planted by the River,

    Which will not be moved.

    I, the Rock, I, the River, I, the Tree

    I am yours - your passages have been paid.

    Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need

    For this bright morning dawning for you.

    History, despite its wrenching pain,

    Cannot be unloved, but if faced

    With courage, need not be lived again.

    Lift up your eyes

    Upon this day breaking for you.

    Give birth again

    To the dream.

    Women, children, men,

    Take it into the palms of your hands,

    Mold it into the shape of your most

    Private need. Sculpt it into

    The image of your most public self.

    Lift up your hearts

    Each new hour holds new chances

    For a new beginning.

    Do not be wedded forever

    To fear, yoked eternally

    To brutishness.

    The horizon leans forward,

    Offering you space

    To place new steps of change

    Here, on the pulse of this fine day

    You may have the courage

    To look up and out and upon me,

    The Rock, the River, the Tree, you country.

    No less to Midas than the mendicant.

    No less to you now than the mastodon then.

    Here on the pulse of this new day

    You may have the grace to look up and out

    And into your sister's eyes,

    And into your brother's face,

    Your country,

    And say simply

    Very simply

    With hope -

    Good morning.

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  • Ali Baba Ali Baba (6/13/2014 7:37:00 AM)

    Şaka Yaptım:))

  • Ali Baba Ali Baba (6/13/2014 7:34:00 AM)

    Ölünün Arkasından Gülünmez

  • Ali Baba Ali Baba (6/13/2014 6:35:00 AM)

    What a screaming silence,
    And the echoes of its ambience,
    Claiming the space with cold air,
    O, I see, a virtue has gone out here,
    No more we hear, no more we hear,
    The unchanged rhythm of your drum,
    Which wailed out for freedom,
    By the hit of your poetic ruthe,
    For the caged passenger pigeon has flown,
    And a roaring silence sweeps my heart's lawn.

  • Madhabi Banerjee Madhabi Banerjee (6/9/2014 2:00:00 PM)

    you the phenomenally phenomenal woman
    here I bid adieu
    never I forget you
    a respected salute I offer you
    may your soul rest in peace - MAYA ANGELOU

  • Debra Robinson Debra Robinson (6/7/2014 6:12:00 PM)

    Rest Well Among the Angels
    (A tribute Poem to Maya Angelou)

    Insight to her world
    And all that words can be
    Most gracious woman

    The power of your presence
    Your eloquence and your rhyme
    Now you lay your head to rest
    And forever you will rise!

    The lyric, the love
    The lessons that were learned
    The colors of your rainbow
    The beauty in what we’ve heard.

    Those things a person must come to know
    So few yet understand
    Love was your compass
    Your comfort
    And the power behind your pen.

    Your legacy
    Your gift
    What you put out in this world
    Measured by
    Treasured by
    Your courage and your words.

    You’ve paved many roads
    A legend the world did see
    Rest well among the angels

    © 2014

  • Dr John Celes Dr John Celes (6/1/2014 11:01:00 AM)

    The bird so rare when caged that sang
    is fully free at last but cannot sing anymore!
    May her soul R.I.P. in the Lord's embrace!

  • Rex-mayor Ubini Rex-mayor Ubini (6/1/2014 5:48:00 AM)

    The Exit Of Maya Angelou

    What a screaming silence,
    And the echoes of its ambience,
    Claiming the space with cold air,
    O, I see, a virtue has gone out here,
    No more we hear, no more we hear,
    The unchanged rhythm of your drum,
    Which wailed out for freedom,
    By the hit of your poetic ruthe,
    For the caged passenger pigeon has flown,
    And a roaring silence sweeps my heart's lawn.

    The free bird aloof invincible space,
    Is now hosted by long gone face,
    Of the solitaire, the great auk,
    The garefowl, the labrator duck,
    The kona grosbeak, The carolina parakeets,
    And your name maya the warblers sing,
    But here we are a vacuum,
    Filled by the absence of Maya Angelou,
    Though the blood of your pen,
    Has been sucked by the reaper of men,
    But our heart is consoled by your age and prints,
    O mighty maya may you rest in peace,
    Because the cage bird alas is free.

    Dedicated to late Maya Angelou.

    Written by Rex Mayor Ubini.

  • Nate Wills (5/31/2014 6:23:00 PM)

    Maya's amazing legacy will no doubt continue throughout the centuries: Young artist Sa'ra Charismata posted this tribute inspired by #Phenomenal #Woman
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  • Jeanette Telusma Jeanette Telusma (5/30/2014 12:32:00 PM)

    Such an inspiration to many. Madam Angelou, you will forever be missed. May your inspiring words of courage, peace, joy, and laughter live on forever. May many find your life as a stepping stone to go beyond all that hinders. RIP.....

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
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

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies

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