There's a reason why
the morning sky
was dreary and gray
There's a reason why
the clouds and I began to cry
and the blue sky
released a heavy sigh
There's also a reason why
resplendent beings like Maya Angelou die
I'll never know the answer, I don't even try
but that it disheartens me deeply, I can't deny
Maya Angelou is Maya Angelou, no substitute, that is why we all are in love.
A poignant piece of work that provides us a glimpse of the great Maya' s significant contribution to poetry. She has left this motal world but her works have made her immortal.
A well articulated piece penned beautifully. You made me recall the Phenomenal Woman Of Substance. May her soul continue to rest in the safety of GOD ALMIGHTY. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
i confess that i may have read just two poems by ms. angelou. as i recall, i disliked one and liked the other. i am very unfamiliar with her, as i am with most poets and most poems. or maybe it would be clearer if i say i am not very familiar with any poets or bodies of work by poets. my main exposure to poetry has been on PH, and not with poets from the list of 500. when i saw the tribute photos and notice of death on PH, i thought to write a poem 'RIP Maya Angelou', and i guess i did write something in my notebook which turned out to be mostly NOT about her. now, after reading this poem, i think i will type it and submit it. maybe i will post it as a comment here, if i remember. i wonder why Nika was so enthused about Maya. maybe i'll read another of Nika's poems which contains MA's name. thanks for sharing. perhaps someday, someone will feel the same way about you, Nika! i wouldn't doubt it. bri :)
RESPLENDENT is a wonderful word to describe Maya Angelou's whole being, the poet, the advocate, the phenomenal woman, and so much more. I looked the word up in my desk dict'y: attractive and colorful in an impressive way. I revere a resplendent artist too whose spirit passed into the Spirit in 2007. The German avant garde composer Karlheinz Stockhausen. Last summer I was exchanging e-mails with his partner for the last twenty years, a flutist name Kathinka Pasveer. Kathinka sent a huge poster of Stockhausen in his studio in Cologne. His dates are at the bottom: 1928-2007. He was Maya Angelou's exact contemporary! I know K. S. believed in our life after death, I have a feeling Maya did as well. Just the thought they could be sharing the Spirit World together, in each other's resplendent company, is a blessed consolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your prose comment equals your poem in its expression of loss and appreciation. You had a close bond with her even though you never crossed paths. We had Maya Angelou with us for so long we forgot she was mortal like the rest of us. She seemed so much larger than life that she had to be larger than death. When I put her in the last section of LOSING AUGUST to join the celebration of August Wilson it never occurred to me that she too would someday need a eulogy. She was such a strong woman and I believe we all borrowed from her reservoir of strength. She wrote this for you: YOU SIT WONDERING WHAT YOU GONNA DO. I GOT IT. COME. AND BE MY BABY. Amen.