By Maya Angelou
Grace, dignity, and eloquence have lengthy been hallmarks of Maya Angelou's poetry. Her measured verses have stirred our souls, energized our minds, and healed our hearts. even if supplying desire within the darkest of nights or expressing honest pleasure on the extraordinariness of the standard, Maya Angelou has served as our universal voice.
Celebrations is a set of well timed and undying poems which are a vital part of the worldwide textile. numerous works became approximately as iconic as Angelou herself: the inspiring "On the heart beat of Morning," learn at President William Jefferson Clinton's 1993 inauguration; the heartening "Amazing Peace," offered on the 2005 lights of the nationwide Christmas Tree on the White apartment; "A courageous and Startling Truth," which marked the 50th anniversary of the United countries; and "Mother," which fantastically honors the 1st girl in our lives. Angelou writes of celebrations private and non-private, a bar mitzvah desire to her nephew, a birthday greeting to Oprah Winfrey, and a memorial tribute to the overdue Luther Vandross and Barry White.
More than a author, Angelou is a chronicler of background, an recommend for peace, and a champion for the planet, in addition to a patriot, a mentor, and a chum. To be shared and loved, the knowledge and poetry of Maya Angelou proves there's continuously reason for get together.
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Suppose I present him to the sky. Suppose for three nights in a row I think of him Spread naked against the stars. And I follow Every line of his body with my eyes, from one foot Up the thigh, the striations of the belly, Throat, head, down the other side, filling in The triangle of the groin, over and over Thinking, "Shielded, shielded. " Would it make a difference, Like immersing him in a beneficent river, Every pore protected ? I can believe in the energy of wishing. How the body must engender electricity for the speech, The chemistry of concentration in the pitch of the voice.
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The notion Of the vast will not ignore the arm swinging In motion from the shoulder or the fingers Clasped together in alternation. And when the infant, for the first time, Turns his body over completely, think What an enormous revelation in the brain Must be forced, at that moment, to right itself. 50 THE MAN HIDDEN BEHIND THE DRAPES When I entered the room and turned on the hghts, There were his feet bare beneath the edge Of the drapenes, his tendons flexed, the bony Diamonds of his ankles shadowed If I'd seen His face I might have laughed Remember the naked feet of Chnst seen so often, Washed, kissed, dned m women's hau, Or crossed and bleedmg, pm10ned Like butterfly wmgs 7 When I opened the door, There were his feet below the drapes, as qmet As If they lounged beneath a fme robe Headlights Movmg slowly up the dnve at this pomt Would have fully exposed his nude body m the wmdow, His buttocks tensed, his face turned toward the glare For that moment, then disappeanng agam mto the darkness An artist might have pictured snow on the lawn And a moon and a child lookmg out from the house Across the way, watchmg the figure behmd the glass, The white panes across his back, his hands reachmg For the partmg m the curtams When I entered the room the hght spread fmt In a rectangle straight across the floor to his feet, His toes squeezmg under m a cnppled kmd of gnppmg Someone watchmg from the end of the hall behmd me Would have seen my body framed m the hght of the doorway And beyond me the wall of the drapes Understand the particular axis at which he stood In the visiOn of each different beholder, the multiple Coordmates of hour and posltlon and place comodmg Wtth the gnds of hght and sound and precedmg 51 Interpretations.