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Woman Work - Poem by Maya Angelou

I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.

Comments about Woman Work by Maya Angelou

  • Rookie Name 3 (5/6/2020 11:20:00 AM)

    It was good, I enjoy. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Josie (4/28/2020 5:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. I loved it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie stephanie (4/8/2020 3:33:00 PM)

    maya works very hard (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie user2314 (4/3/2020 8:27:00 AM)

    the poem portrays modern day society of a daily routine of a woman and her escape from her hard tiring day is nature as nature is free and not judgemental Already Reported Reply

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  • Rookie briatna (3/23/2020 9:25:00 AM)

    Maya is a hard working women (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie andrea & litzy (1/31/2020 3:10:00 PM)

    we think it's about a mother who has to do everything. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Aileen, Jennifer (1/31/2020 11:46:00 AM)

    we think that it was a good poem with a lot of rimes and interesting things (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Andrew (1/31/2020 9:28:00 AM)

    I think that Maya is a hear working working lady, and I think this is nice poetry. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,430 Points John Agandin (1/9/2020 9:37:00 AM)

    What a job description! Women indeed are the spine of the world! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kunja Devi Upadhyay (12/3/2019 1:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. Love to read. (Report) Reply

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Work Poems
  1. 1. Woman Work
    Maya Angelou
  2. 2. A Work Of Artifice
    Marge Piercy
  3. 3. Work
    Henry Van Dyke
  4. 4. The Way Things Work
    Jorie Graham
  5. 5. What Work Is
    Philip Levine
  6. 6. Domestic Work, 1937
    Natasha Trethewey
  7. 7. Work Without Hope
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  8. 8. Work Chapter Vii
    Khalil Gibran
  9. 9. Quiet Work
    Matthew Arnold
  10. 10. On No Work Of Words
    Dylan Thomas
  11. 11. $ Work $
    Marvin Brato Sr
  12. 12. It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At P..
    Emily Dickinson
  13. 13. Spirit Whose Work Is Done
    Walt Whitman
  14. 14. Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle ..
    William Shakespeare
  15. 15. Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
    Mark R Slaughter
  16. 16. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
    Rabindranath Tagore
  17. 17. Wallace Stevens On His Way To Work
    David Wagoner
  18. 18. Work And Joy
    Robert William Service
  19. 19. Invisible Work
    Alison Luterman
  20. 20. work For Immortality
    Emily Dickinson
  21. 21. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Happy At Work - Tanka! ! !..
    Mamta Agarwal
  22. 22. Astrophel And Stella Vii: Whennature Mad..
    Sir Philip Sidney
  23. 23. Work
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  24. 24. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
    William Butler Yeats
  25. 25. Work And Contemplation
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  26. 26. Making It Work
    Philip Levine
  27. 27. Work
    Robert William Service
  28. 28. * Sorcerer's Work
    Tsira Gogeshvili
  29. 29. How Do You Tackle Your Work
    Franklin Pierce Adams
  30. 30. Dream Work
    Mary Havran
  31. 31. Office Work
    David DeSantis
  32. 32. Work Place, Equality And Freedom
    Lonnie Hicks
  33. 33. Creative Work
    Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
  34. 34. 0129 A Sketch Of The Poet At Work (Wcw)
    Michael Shepherd
  35. 35. Work Ethic
    Marvin Brato Sr
  36. 36. Go Work In My Vineyard
    Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
  37. 37. Work, Worker's Pledge, Youth
    Ben Gieske
  38. 38. **work Till The Grave...
    Francesca Johnson
  39. 39. Work
    Marvin Brato Sr
  40. 40. Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle ..
    William Shakespeare
  41. 41. ! ! Minutes Of A Day's Work On The Bible
    Michael Shepherd
  42. 42. My Work Among The Insects
    Dean Young
  43. 43. To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero O..
    James Clerk Maxwell
  44. 44. Haiku After Work
    Edgardo Tugade
  45. 45. 3-Will Work For Food
    Mary Nagy
  46. 46. Sonnet - Work, Work, Work
    Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar ..
  47. 47. Duty And Work!
    Ramesh T A
  48. 48. Artist At Work
    Dónall Dempsey
  49. 49. Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009
    Margaret Alice
  50. 50. (a Work In Progress)
    Jamie Baumer

New Work Poems

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  2. Hard Work Pays Off, Pierre Rausch
  3. Every Work Is Good Work And Valuable! If.., Joshua Aaron Guillory
  4. Every Work Is Good Work And Valuable! If.., Joshua Aaron Guillory
  5. ' Reap As You Sow ', Ramesh Joshi
  6. Change Of Work, Ramesh Joshi
  7. Any Good Work Is A Good Deed, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  8. The International Labor Day, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  9. Work, Work, Work!, Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
  10. Essays On Literature, alexander opicho

Work Poems

  1. A Work Of Artifice

    The bonsai tree in the attractive pot could have grown eighty feet tall on the side of a mountain till split by lightning. But a gardener carefully pruned it. It is nine inches high. Every day as he whittles back the branches the gardener croons, It is your nature to be small and cozy, domestic and weak; how lucky, little tree, to have a pot to grow in. With living creatures one must begin very early to dwarf their growth: the bound feet, the crippled brain, the hair in curlers, the hands you love to touch.

  2. Work

    Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; "Of all who live, I am the one by whom "This work can best be done in the right way." Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours, And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall At eventide, to play and love and rest, Because I know for me my work is best.

  3. What Work Is

    We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is—if you're old enough to read this you know what work is, although you may not do it. Forget you. This is about waiting, shifting from one foot to another. Feeling the light rain falling like mist into your hair, blurring your vision until you think you see your own brother ahead of you, maybe ten places. You rub your glasses with your fingers, and of course it's someone else's brother, narrower across the shoulders than yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin that does not hide the stubbornness, the sad refusal to give in to rain, to the hours wasted waiting, to the knowledge that somewhere ahead a man is waiting who will say, 'No, we're not hiring today,' for any reason he wants. You love your brother, now suddenly you can hardly stand the love flooding you for your brother, who's not beside you or behind or ahead because he's home trying to sleep off a miserable night shift at Cadillac so he can get up before noon to study his German. Works eight hours a night so he can sing Wagner, the opera you hate most, the worst music ever invented. How long has it been since you told him you loved him, held his wide shoulders, opened your eyes wide and said those words, and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never done something so simple, so obvious, not because you're too young or too dumb, not because you're jealous or even mean or incapable of crying in the presence of another man, no, just because you don't know what work is.

  4. The Way Things Work

    is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; the objects of desire opening upon themselves without us; the objects of faith. The way things work is by solution, resistance lessened or increased and taken advantage of. The way things work is that we finally believe they are there, common and able o illustrate themselves. Wheel, kinetic flow, rising and falling water, ingots, levers and keys, I believe in you, cylinder lock, pully, lifting tackle and crane lift your small head-- I believe in you-- your head is the horizon to my hand. I believe forever in the hooks. The way things work is that eventually something catches.

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