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‘Still I Rise’ Maya Angelou

Posted in POETRY with tags , on July 24, 2010 by echostains

A while ago, I featured the famous poetess Maya Angelou poem  I know why the caged bird sings.  Here’s another one that I think is absolutely amazing and uplifting in its message.  This poem is almost like a hymn  –  it is a song of freedom to everyone who needs to find inner strength and courage.  It is a celebration of the human spirit.  What a gift this woman has!   Please  listen to these words and enjoy.  I realise that Angelou is a household name to most people, but I have only recently discovered her – what a find eh:)

This is a short version of the poem – for the longer more detailed one – it’s here

“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 miraculously 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.

Mata Angelou

Video by mkimimi

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Uncovered and discovered: Maya Angelou

Posted in ART DISCOVERED AND UNCOVERED, POETRY with tags , , on April 30, 2010 by echostains

Maya Angelou

I came across this poet the other day and was very touched and moved by this beautiful poetry.  Maya Angelou (born 1928 USA).  She has been called ‘America’s most visible autobiographer.  She wrote this poem in 1965 and I think it’s as relevent today to our human situation and the things we take for granted – things we think we want and those which shall eventually imprison us.

I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Lots of information about this poet here

Lots of her poetry here

Maya Angelou website

Image from here