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Post by anirbas on Sept 16, 2006 22:59:55 GMT -6
In and Out of Time by Maya Angelou The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time. When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor I had always loved you more. You freed your braids... gave your hair to the breeze. It hummed like a hive of honey bees. I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there.... Mmmm...God how I love your hair. You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. Lost, injured, hurt by chance. I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed.... Trying to change our nightmares to dreams... The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out in and out in and out of time. ~*~ When I first read this poem, years back, I was impacted by it's impeccable flow...Now the piece carries more intimate and personal meaning associated with it as it reminds me of one beloved to me, as dearly as Ms. Angelou writes of her beloved...Symbolically, of course...As my beloved, hasn't that kind of hair...LOL...Nir  |
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Post by dawness on Sept 18, 2006 3:06:31 GMT -6
this woman, maya--- she has many hearts. i love her pieces!  thanks for sharing, sabs! |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 19, 2006 13:15:57 GMT -6
If you like Maya, DG...you'll LOVE Thylias Moss...Slave Moth was a book of poetry I couldn't put down til I finished it...Another favored poet of mine, is Maxine Hong Kingston...STELLAR... Edna St. Vincent Millay...Margaret Atwood...Some of my favorite female poets...Some I have their works in books on my bookshelf...I can't access any of Maxine Hong Kingston's stuff on line...Just junk about her books and or lectures...And critics or comments about her poetry and prose...I'm searching for the poem about going sightseeing to view a herd of walrus... She read it, in a Lunch Poems episode I caught on the college television stations and it is so FLIPPING FUNNY! And she isn't afraid to use the word f*ck as needed to make a statement, provide a tone, or describe something...So funny, watching this elegant, tiny platinum haired woman say the word f*ck over and over behind the podium at a college poetry reading...I want a copy of that poem...LOL...Nice to see you floating around hanging out and banging out poetry with the rest of the gang, DG! Nir.  |
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 19, 2006 13:28:02 GMT -6
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Post by dawness on Sept 22, 2006 1:43:10 GMT -6
sabsssssss, your style is likened to thylias moss. i'm just beginning to get into her... try rumi and denise levertove, as you wish! |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 23, 2006 22:55:00 GMT -6
you know, DG...I noticed that, too...I read Slave Moth, about a year and half, two years ago, and it was the first time, I'd noticed a poet using that ecclectic raze down the page, like I do... and the entire book was a run-on poem, a poetical epical, or a poetically inclined story... her smaller pieces, look at bit different than that book, I've noticed...found some surfing the net not long ago...have been soaking up a bit of Rumi here and there...have heard the name Denise Levertove...have to check her out...Thanks! and thanks for the link, David...have to check that out, too... |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 23, 2006 22:58:47 GMT -6
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~Maya Angelou
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Post by dawness on Sept 24, 2006 4:29:29 GMT -6
wonderful poem by our maya! yes, she gives me the shivers! ooohhhhh, go check the others , sabs! hugggs!
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Post by glenn on Sept 25, 2006 12:58:00 GMT -6
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
I like this poem and these lines very much.
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Post by pamela on Apr 23, 2007 20:10:57 GMT -6
I have long admired Maya Angelou. One day during a visit with my mom to show her our small town's library, I spied a poster announcing a visit by Angelou to a local college for a speaking engagement. I said to my mother, "How I would love to hear her speak."
My mother responded, "So would I. I just love her."
I was stunned. I couldn't imagine that my mother even knew her work or much about her.
I said, "I didn't know you liked Maya Angelou."
My mother gave me a bit of a look and said, "There's a lot of things about me that you don't know."
Touche, Mom!
So I bought tickets for us to go together, and she was extraordinary. To this day, my mother and I talk about the presence this woman had from the moment she entered the room before she even opened her mouth to utter a single word.
Truly extraordinary!
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Post by anirbas on Jan 17, 2008 17:15:45 GMT -6
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... ..
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored..
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a feeling of control over her destiny.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
~Maya Angelou.
*Wisdom Extraordinaire born in this fabulous woman
that carries flair and courage like a mantle flowing
from her shoulders...imho, of course...But, then again,
I'm a major M.A. fan...So, I'm biased...
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Post by pegesus on Jan 20, 2008 21:25:48 GMT -6
i have found in her a new love of the words, the way she express' her words can fit any persons life, i love her style and presence of mind.
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Post by anirbas on Jan 22, 2008 11:00:10 GMT -6
She's a queen of a woman...When I read her poetical offerings, I feel honored,
privileged to be able to do so...And yes, her words could be about anyone's life...
I've always been a fan of her poetry...Just recently started reading her prose...
Can't remember the title of the book I read she wrote, but, it was an auto-biography
of her life...Drat...Doncha just hate it when you can't remember the title of a book you've read? Or you can remember the title, but not the name of the author...
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Post by pegesus on Jan 22, 2008 15:09:35 GMT -6
give yourself time, dear one, you will remember it when you least expect it
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jun 21, 2012 16:05:01 GMT -6
While reading Maya Angelou's little book, "Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now," I found a special little poem I like:
...Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.
I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike my friends,
than we are unalike...
- Maya Angelou
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Post by anirbas on Jun 21, 2012 22:38:26 GMT -6
Thank you for sharing this piece, sweet Heart! I do so adore, Lady Maya!
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thanks for sharing, sabs! 
