Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

The Lesson - Poem by Maya Angelou

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
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.

Comments about The Lesson by Maya Angelou

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (12/9/2017 11:56:00 PM)

    The years
    And cold defeat live deep in
    Lines along my face.
    Lovely. Emotions flow in the veins of the poetess so lucid like poetry.
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  • (12/3/2017 10:12:00 PM)

    Mya A.will always inspire me hearing her poetry told me to be a poet (Report) Reply

  • (6/24/2017 10:19:00 AM)

    Because I love to live... Great (Report) Reply

  • Zakir Hussain Haidary (1/6/2017 7:47:00 AM)

    Because I love to live. (Report) Reply

  • (9/8/2016 11:09:00 PM)

    I keep on dying,
    poem. Thanks for sharing it here.Because I love to live.
    Fantastic conceptualization of relationship between life and death in an equally fantastic
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  • Mizzy ........ (9/8/2016 7:21:00 PM)

    Special poetry......Thanks for posting.! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (9/8/2016 4:20:00 PM)

    She is poet with poetry running through those veins she describes so so well, Yes, I needed that lesson today from the great Maya. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (9/8/2016 12:20:00 PM)

    The instinct to live and survive in the face of all calamities and challenges is central to human existence. I support the poet's clear and emphatic views in this regard. What an expression!
    I keep on dying,
    Because I love to live.
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  • Seamus O Brian (9/8/2016 9:34:00 AM)

    I keep on dying
    Because I love to live
    Such a powerful summary of mankind's deep instinct to survive in the face of all opposition, even death.
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  • (9/8/2016 4:08:00 AM)

    I like this far better than some of Maya's more famous poems. It has a beautiful, restrained tone and fine imagery
    and the feeling of a courageous soul determined to endure suffering. Yes, a very fine poem.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/8/2016 4:02:00 AM)

    Memory of old tombs! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/8/2016 1:14:00 AM)

    The hunger to live is there despite many worries and much pain. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Shahid Saleem Butt (4/15/2016 8:07:00 AM)

    love, life and truth are the only realities (Report) Reply

  • Hadil Diaf (11/1/2015 8:57:00 AM)

    So beautiful words, , (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2015 4:15:00 PM)

    ....vivid imagery and flows nicely ★ (Report) Reply

  • (5/30/2014 12:28:00 AM)

    maya angelou you're d'best 1 (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:17:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

  • (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. (Report) Reply

  • (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 is wonderful...kind regards
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  • (8/17/2011 10:52:00 PM)

    beautiful.... one of my favorites! :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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