Awaking In New York Poem by Maya Angelou
Awaking In New York
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.
Can anyone say a bad word about Maya's writings, her heart, her soul? I do not think I would like to meet the person who could- they may be the monsters that wait in the wings of history
Well conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance....
A poem of great depth. A vivid depiction of a beautiful city in turmoil. Compelling imagery.
The poem is subtle in portraying the alienation and existential crisis which it does not speak about in reality.
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I ALWAYS ENJOY YOUR POETRY. ON AGING BEST POEM EVER!