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And Still I Rise There are poems in this collection that I love, and some that I think are just okay But what I love about Maya Angelou is her defiantly hopeful perspective on life in all its ups and downs Life doesn t frighten me at all Not at all Not at all 46 I was born to work up to my grave But I was not born To be a slave 34 I may be last in the welfare line Below the rim where the sun don t shine But getting up stays on my mind 47 You said to lean on Your arm And I m leaning There are poems in this collection that I love, and some that I think are just okay But what I love about Maya Angelou is her defiantly hopeful perspective on life in all its ups and downs Life doesn t frighten me at all Not at all Not at all 46 I was born to work up to my grave But I was not born To be a slave 34 I may be last in the welfare line Below the rim where the sun don t shine But getting up stays on my mind 47 You said to lean on Your arm And I m leaning You said to trust in Your love And I m trusting You said to call on Your name And I m calling I m stepping out on Your word 50 51 I want to thank you, Lord For life and all that s in it Thank you for the day And for the hour and for the minute I know many are gone, I m still living on, I want to thank You 53.And of course all of the title poem itself, which is fantastic.I love how she can see the suffering and disappointment of her life and life itself, and yet laugh at it and defy it I hope I can have that kind of strength in my own life Her laughter and perceptiveness make me laugh especially in a poem like Lady Luncheon Club And in a lot of her poems, there s a wonderful ambiguity in whether she s talking about a person, a personification of an idea, her own life, someone else s life, or simply a universal cry to God I see all of this in a poem like Willie, and in many others, too And Still I RiseYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut 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 wellsPumping 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.Do And Still I RiseYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut 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 wellsPumping 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 minesDiggin 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 surpriseThat I dance like I ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs Out of the huts of history s shameI riseUp from a past that s rooted in painI riseI m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise In This Inspiring Poem, Maya Angelou Celebrates The Courage Of The Human Spirit Over The Harshest Of Obstacles An Ode To The Power That Resides In Us All To Overcome The Most Difficult Circumstances, This Poem Is Truly An Inspiration And Affirmation Of The Faith That Restores And Nourishes The Soul Entwined With The Vivid Paintings Of Diego Rivera, The Renowned Mexican Artist, Angelou S Words Paint A Portrait Of The Amazing Human Spirit, Its Quiet Dignity, And Pools Of Strength And Courage An Ideal Gift For A Friend, Lover, Or Family Member, This Special Edition Will Be Treasured By All Who Receive It Wishing so badly I was in DC today to hear these poems read at the Women s March Does my haughtiness offend you Don t you take it awful hard Cause I laugh like I ve got gold minesDiggin in my own backyard.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. Hate often is confused ItsLimits are in zones beyond itself AndSadists will not learn thatLove, by nature, exacts a painUnequalled on the rack Second stanza of A Kind of Love, Some Say One of my favorite poets and one of her best collections Reading Maya Angelou is great, but listening to her is better I am always put into a better state of mind with her words Dr Angelou was one one of the great multi talented writers of the 20th century as a playwright, poet, actress, and memiorist Hate often is confused ItsLimits are in zones beyond itself AndSadists will not learn thatLove, by nature, exacts a painUnequalled on the rack Second stanza of A Kind of Love, Some Say One of my favorite poets and one of her best collections Reading Maya Angelou is great, but listening to her is better I am always put into a better state of mind with her words Dr Angelou was one one of the great multi talented writers of the 20th century as a playwright, poet, actress, and memiorist Though her most celebrated work is her autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, she considered herself a poet first She wrote over 11 volumes of poetry, but this may be her most famous volume It contains some of her most quoted poems including the title poem and has been a consistently anthologized book On AgingWhen you see me sitting quietly,Like a sack left on the shelf,Don t think I need your chattering.I m listening to myself.Hold Stop Don t pity me Hold Stop your sympathy Understanding if you got it,Otherwise I ll do without it When my bones are stiff and aching,And my feet won t climb the stair,I will only ask one favor Don t bring me no rocking chair.When you see me walking, stumbling,Don t study and get it wrong Cause tired don t mean lazyAnd every goodbye ain t gone.I m the same person I was back then,A little less hair, a little less chin,A lot less lungs and much less wind.But ain t I lucky I can still breathe in.This audiobook is a bit of a mystery to me as it was recorded some time between the 1990s and the 2000s and only contains 13 of the 32 poems found in the actual printed book leaving out for instances a poem like Phenomenal Woman Still the poems included in are great and we get to hear Dr Angelou s great ability as a storyteller and reciter on full display One bonus we do have is commentary in which she tells the story behind some of the poems and what she was aiming for or how she felt she missed the mark in one place so she included another poem to make up for it.Ain t That BadDancin the funky chickenEatin ribs and tipsDiggin all the latest soundsAnd drinkin gin in sips.Puttin down that do ragTighten up my froWrappin up in BlacknessDon t I shine and glow Hearin Stevie WonderCookin beans and riceGoin to the operaCheckin out Leontyne Price.Get down, Jesse JacksonDance on, Alvin AileyTalk, Miss Barbara JordanGroove, Miss Pearlie Bailey.Now ain t they bad An ain t they Black An ain t they Black An ain t they Bad An ain t they bad An ain t they Black An ain t they fine Black like the hour of the nightWhen your love turns and wriggles close to your sideBlack as the earth which has given birthTo nations, and when all else is gone will abide.Bad as the storm that leaps raging from the heavensBringing the welcome rainBad as the sun burning orange hot at middayLifting the waters again.Arthur Ashe on the tennis courtMohammed Ali in the ringAndre Watts and Andrew YoungBlack men doing their thing.Dressing in purples and pinks and greensExotic as rum and CokesLiving our lives with flash and styleAin t we colorful folks Now ain t we bad An ain t we Black An ain t we Black An ain t we bad An ain t we bad An ain t we Black An ain t we fine One of the reasons I was glad to have the audiobook was to have the poet s insight on the rhyme and rhythm of the poem I think you can use meter to an extant when reading this book, but you gain a lot of priceless context in hearing how the poet imagines her piece to what the piece s meaning is This book explores a lot of the inner life of people their dignity in the face of hard times or good times It is a volume of poetry that seems to come from an ancient place of the psyche, but a modern or everlasting message at least to me You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut 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 wellsPumping 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 minesDiggin 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 surpriseThat I dance like I ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs Out of the huts of history s shameI riseUp from a past that s rooted in painI riseI m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise. Maya Angelou transmits something tender and profound in her writings, especially when listened to in her recorded voice. Here I am, at 27, and finally getting around to Maya Angelou I never had to read her work for school and somehow passed up reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings the many times I ve seen it on my library s shelves Better late than never, right And Still I Rise is Angelou s third poetry collection, originally released in 1978 And for how much praise Angelou receives, I was surprised that I wasn t bowled over by this collection Yes, I definitely liked it but there was also something missing Here I am, at 27, and finally getting around to Maya Angelou I never had to read her work for school and somehow passed up reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings the many times I ve seen it on my library s shelves Better late than never, right And Still I Rise is Angelou s third poetry collection, originally released in 1978 And for how much praise Angelou receives, I was surprised that I wasn t bowled over by this collection Yes, I definitely liked it but there was also something missing And I can t quite put my finger on it.There were many poems I did really enjoy Men, Refusal, The Lesson, The Singer Will Not Sing, Still I Rise, and In Retrospect There was a steady undercurrent of history, truth, and encouragement to these poems, as well as a critical yet uplifting look at womanhood and African American life But for all of these wonderful poems, there was an equal amount that just didn t do much for me Perhaps I went in with too high of expectations, which is admittedly dumb since I hadn t read any of Angelou s work before this.These works are simple, but simple can be powerful Some of these poems just didn t quite hit the mark for me, though I m still keen on readingAngelou, don t get me wrong But I m hoping her other work strikes me better than this collection PART ONETouch Me, Life, Not SoftlyRemembrancefor Paul Your hands easyweight, teasing the beeshived in my hair, your smile at theslope of my cheek On theoccasion, you pressabove me, glowing, spoutingreadiness, mystery rapesmy reason.When you have withdrawnyour self and the magic, whenonly the smell of yourlove lingers betweenmy breasts, then, onlythen, can I greedily consumeyour presence Where We Belong, A Duet In every town and village,In every city square,In crowded placesI searched the faces PART ONETouch Me, Life, Not SoftlyRemembrancefor Paul Your hands easyweight, teasing the beeshived in my hair, your smile at theslope of my cheek On theoccasion, you pressabove me, glowing, spoutingreadiness, mystery rapesmy reason.When you have withdrawnyour self and the magic, whenonly the smell of yourlove lingers betweenmy breasts, then, onlythen, can I greedily consumeyour presence Where We Belong, A Duet In every town and village,In every city square,In crowded placesI searched the facesHoping to findSomeone to care The Singer Will Not Sing for A.L A benison given Unused,No angels promised,wings fluttering banal liesbehind their sexlessness Notrumpets gloriedprophecies of fabled fame.Yet harmonies waited in her stiff throat New noteslay expectant on herstilled tongue.Her lips are ridged and fleshy Purpled night birdssnuggled to rest.The mouth seamed, voiceless,Sounds do not lift beyondthose reddened walls.She came too late and lonelyto this place Maya Angelou is an inspirational figure, admired the world over for her sensitivity, passion, and advocacy of black rights she was a vigorous activist, especially with regard to women The world lost a remarkable influential figure when she died So what is her poetry actually like The word inspirational is bandied around today to include all sort of cant and twaddle I must admit to being apprehensive at the start Although by the time this collection had been published, Maya Angelou had re Maya Angelou is an inspirational figure, admired the world over for her sensitivity, passion, and advocacy of black rights she was a vigorous activist, especially with regard to women The world lost a remarkable influential figure when she died So what is her poetry actually like The word inspirational is bandied around today to include all sort of cant and twaddle I must admit to being apprehensive at the start Although by the time this collection had been published, Maya Angelou had received over thirty honorary degrees from colleges and universities all over the world, there is a lurking suspicion that this is for the person herself her overcoming of almost unimaginable hardships, plus her achievements in society and the legislative progress, rather than strictly academic prowess After all, her poetry is thought to be populist, and has not received much serious critical attention Would Maya Angelou s poetry turn out to be over simplistic rhetoric, or sanctimonious versifying Thankfully, the answer is no The poems match the figurehead She does speak to the people she speaks to aspects of humanity we all have within us There is diversity much variation of mood and style Sometimes the language used is direct and repetitive Her much laudedPhenomenal Woman , Woman Workand the title poem for this collection,And Still I Riseall conform to this type These are accessible to those who may not regularly read poetry Many women have felt a personal connection, or significance, saying that one such poem speaks to them that it is their own experienceAnd Still I Risehas been called an anthem for the entire black race But some poems are significantly darker and embittered Some havevariant forms, jerky spasmodic rhythms, elusive and sensual language Some are pain filled, some outrageous Some are filled with despair These are not all feel good poems by any means And they are not always easy to read, in any sense of the word.The collection And Still I Rise is Maya Angelou s third volume of poetry, and was first published in 1978 Angelou was well into her stride as a writer by now As well as the two former volumes of poetry, she had also written three of her autobiographies she tended to alternate between the two This collections is made up of 32 short poems, and is divided into three parts 1 Touch Me, Life, Not Softly2 Travelling3 And Still I RiseIn the very first poem we are confronted with cruelty and abuse,Hate often is confused ItsLimits are in zones beyond itself The dark theme is mirrored by a spiky, disjointed structure The next two poems describe the experience of black youth, giddy, earthy and sensual The next begins with feeling of isolation, loneliness in the crowds,I searched the facesHoping to findSomeone to carebut ends with connection,I ve never been so strong, Now I m where I belong It is noticeable that Angelou s rhymes are often in rhythmic couplets, and come either as a refrain, or at the end of a poem, where she wants to add extra emphasis The following poemPhenomenal Womanis an example of an evenspare exaggeration, where the author plays with the wordphenomenal , and the whole poem has a bouncy, upbeat and playful rhythm It is a poem of self assertion and humour I have reviewed this poem separately link here, in a different edition.But the optimism does not last long With the next poem,Menthe reader is back to youth, entrapment, fear and oppression,The hurt begins,Wrench out a Smile that slides aroundthe fear And we are also back to the dislocation of words.The final two poems in this section speak of early love, memory and regret.The readers may wonder whether perhaps the middle section will becomeoptimistic, but no It starts withJunkie Monkey Reel , a dark description of a drug addict with raw painful imagesThe Lessoncontinues the theme about the selfishness and ultimate self destruction of drug addiction,Rotting flesh and worms doNot convince me againstThe challenge The yearsAnd cold defeat live deep inLines along my face.They dull my eyes, yetI keep on dying,Because I love to liveThe next poem,California Prodigal , is perhaps the most difficult in the collection A description of the California landscape using metaphor and personification of the rugged natural formations, a description of an old adobe house up in the mountains a quiet, peaceful place to conjure up a sense of loss and abandonment,Flush on inner cottage walls Antiquitous faces,Used to the gelid breathOf old manors, glare disdainfully Over breached time.Around and through these Cold phantasmatalities, He walks, But the poem ends on an optimistic note describing the sunlit poppy fields,Each day isFulminant, exploding brightly My Arkansasis also a dark poem, referring back to Angelou s childhood, and the racism prevalent at that time The poem is full of symbolism such as the moss which represents theold crimesof Arkansas, spoiling the poplar trees on which it grows Many aspects of nature are used here as symbols for events For instance, red universally symbolises danger, whereas a sunrise is usually an indication of hope Yet with,dusk noshadowsthan the noon The past is brighter yetthe reader wonders how strong the hope really is Will the new dawn for Arkansas ever come The memories remain, festering,It writhes It writhes in awfulWaves of brooding The next poem provides glimpses, vivid shapshots of a city, always with a dark feelLady Luncheon Clubis simpler direct and ironic It recalls every impassioned after dinner speech the reader may have encountered, and the trivialities of the chattering classes who may be in attendance,He sighs for youthful deathAnd rape at ten, and murder ofThe soul stretched over long.Our woman notes This coffee s much too strong The poem has humour, but it is a grim twisted humour.The next,Momma Welfare Roll , is also bitter Angelou often writes about women who have few life choices left In this one, a mother is forced to accept government assistance, to go on welfare She is described as courageous and defiant,Her jowls shiver in accusationOf crimes cliched by Repetition Too fat to whoreToo mad to work They don t give me welfare.I take it The Singer Will Not Singis probably meant for Angelou s friend, the singer, Abbey Lincoln, since it was written at a time when the singer was not producing much, and this is what is described,Sounds do not lift beyondthose reddened walls Willieis a hauntingly beautiful and sad poem, about a lonely tramp,Solitude was the climate in his headEmptiness was the partner in his bed,Pain echoed in the steps of his tread, I may cry and I will die,But my spirit is the soul of every spring, I m the rustle in the autumn leaves It is clearly an allegory, and a very positive, uplifting one Willie is crippled, yet after he dies he will live on in many different ways This is my personal favouriteTo Beat The Child Was Bad Enoughis an emotional description of a new birth, as it must feel to the child,Hunger, new hands, strange voices,Its cry came natural, tearing Woman Work , lists the mundane chores of a woman who stays at home to mother her children It has a strong rhyme scheme, an almost singing tone in its forceful rhythms and chants The theme of women s vitality here is similar to that ofPhenomenal Woman , and its positivity will appeal to readers to whom this lifestyle feels familiar The end indicates the world outside, a world of peace and contentment, and an other aspect of the world that the working woman of the poem craves, and feels she deserves,Fall gently, snowflakesCover me with whiteCold icy kisses andLet me rest tonight.Sun, rain, curving skyMountain, oceans, leaf and stoneStar shine, moon glowYou re all that I can call my own It is followed by the very popular poem, one which begs to be said aloud,One More Round , There ain t no pay beneath the sunAs sweet as rest when a job s well done The strong metre and rhythm echo the plantation songs, the work and protest songs from earlier eras, and the theme is against oppression and past slavery,And now I ll tell you my Golden Rule,I was born to work but I ain t no muleI was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave The final three poems in the middle section deal with the racial injustices of the past, the poverty of Maya Angelou s Arkansas childhood, the drudgery of life working in the cotton rows and the sugar cane,And all my days are dying The third section start with the masterpieceStill I Rise , and straightaway there are the vociferous accusations from an oppressed race, the injustice of misrepresentation which is in the very written record,You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I ll rise It is a proud and defiant statement,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 There is a hopeful determination to rise above difficulty and discouragement, a determination to be strong and resiliant, referring back again to the earlier times of slavery,Out of the huts of history s shame I rise Up from a past that s rooted in pain I rise Ending with a timeless and triumphant dream, a determined declaration,Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave I rise I rise I riseThe next,Ain t That Badis a rare jocular poem to encourage Black Pride, usingbadin the street vernacular, to convey positive connections with Black culture and s,Dressing in purples and pinks and greensExotic as rum and cokes, conjures up an image of street cred, the strength and pride in being Black and observing the customs and community,An ain t we BlackAn ain t we fine Life doesn t frighten me at allcontinues the positive,upbeat and defiant feeling, as doesBump d Bump On Aging continues the provocation with skill and sensitivity, with instantly recognisable thoughts for those to whom it applies,Don t think I need your chattering.I m listening to myself Plus there is an acceptance of fate and time, a resolution, and a quirky sense of humour,But aint I lucky I can still breathe in There is a brief return to the themes of nature and love, the progress of life, and two poems which are a commitment to Maya Angelou s faith in her Christian God, with a refrain,Let me humbly say,Thank You for this dayI want to thank YouThis collection of poems is a very personal collection Maya Angelou s experience of life could hardly be muchdifferent from my own So how do they make me feel as a white person Do I feel guilty for the crimes of my ancestors No I feel outraged, angry, and deeply saddened But it is Maya Angelou s skill as a poet which makes me feel I have farin common with her, as a fellow human from a totally different culture, with totally different experiences, than I have with anyone involved with the centuries of oppression and mistreatment of black people in the past.Maya Angelou speaks out and gives a voice to all black people, all people especially women who have ever been oppressed, and all her ancestors With her indomitable spirit, she speaks out for the poor, the disenfranchised, the deprived, and the handicapped She addresses both the basic human spirit, and social issues The poems cover a wide range of topics, including themes here of painful loss, sexual awakening, sensuality, self acceptance, aging, the home, the importance of family, love, loneliness, drug addiction, Christian salvation, Springtime, social injustice, continuing discrimination, Southern racism, the struggles of slavery, segregation, sexism, the nature of women, rape and abuse, and perhaps most passionately, the strength of women s voices Maya Angelou is concerned with survival, the right to a personal identity She is darkly defiant, black, angry and bitter, wryly comical, wise and hopeful, self assured and ultimately encouraging and resilient She thinks life can be beautiful and full of joy, but that we all have a long way to go yet The poems are a triumph 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 Here is a list of all the poem in And Still I Rise 1 Touch Me, Life, Not SoftlyA Kind of Love, Some SayCountry LoverRemembranceWhere We Belong, a DuetPhenomenal WomanMenRefusalJust For a Time2 TravellingJunkie Monkey ReelThe LessonCalifornia ProdigalMy ArkansasThrought the Inner City to the SuburbsLady Lucheon ClubMomma Welfare RollThe Singer Will not SingWillieTo Beat the Child was Bad EnoughWoman WorkOne More RoundThe TravellerKinThe Memory3 And Still I RiseStill I RiseAin t That Bad Life Doesn t Frighten MeBump d BumpOn AgingIn RetrospectJust Like JobCall Letters Mrs V.B.Thank You, Lord I assumed I would enjoy this one and I assumed correctly.This is my first foray into Angelou s poetry other than listening to random snippets but I have read the first of her autobiographies I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings I adored the rythm of her poems, they slipped so naturally from the tongue and her choice of words was fascinating, it really had me chewing on each on certain words and phrases, rolling them around in my head There were lots of themes of love, lust, sex, the body, racis I assumed I would enjoy this one and I assumed correctly.This is my first foray into Angelou s poetry other than listening to random snippets but I have read the first of her autobiographies I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings I adored the rythm of her poems, they slipped so naturally from the tongue and her choice of words was fascinating, it really had me chewing on each on certain words and phrases, rolling them around in my head There were lots of themes of love, lust, sex, the body, racism and slavery One of my favourite poems was Caged Bird but I particularly enjoyed the first part of the collection, which is divided into four parts in total I didn t connect to the couple of poems with religious overtones, unsurprisingly, or the poem Health Food Diner , which was essentially an ode to meat and I m a vegetarian But overall spectacular stuff


About the Author: Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou, born Marguerite Ann Johnson April 4, 1928 in St Louis, Missouri, was an American poet, memoirist, actress and an important figure in the American Civil Rights Movement In 2001 she was named one of the 30 most powerful women in America by Ladies Home Journal Maya Angelou is known for her series of six autobiographies, starting with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, 1969 which was nominated for a National Book Award and called her magnum opus Her volume of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water Fore I Die 1971 was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.


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