Best Poems By Maya Angelou?

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  1. Kirbyson5

    Kirbyson5 That Big Boy Music

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    I'm doing a series of papers for my english class on Maya Angelou and I was wondering what are some of the best poems/writings by her to read/interpret/write about?

    I'm still learning what Angelou was all about, so as much information as you can drop about her would be dope.

    If not, jus drop your fav. poems by her so i can peep em. thanks. peace.
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  2. allnakey

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    Stuff like this belongs in the intercourse
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  3. RealMS

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    -No problem.-

    -I can hook you up with that. She's got a lot and I have many favorites, but here's some:

    When You Come to Me
    When you come to me, unbidden,
    Beckoning me
    To long-ago rooms,
    Where memories lie.

    Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
    Gatherings of days too few.
    Baubles of stolen kisses.
    Trinkets of borrowed loves.
    Trunks of secret words,

    I CRY.

    In a Time
    In a time of secret wooing
    Today prepares tomorrow's ruin
    Left knows not what right is doing
    My heart is torn asunder.

    In a time of furtive sighs
    Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes
    Half-truths told and entire lies
    My conscience echoes thunder

    In a time when kingdoms come
    Joy is brief as summer's fun
    Happiness, its race has run
    Then pain stalks in to plunder.

    Mourning Grace
    If today, I follow death
    go down its trackless wastes,
    salt my tongue on hardened tears
    for my precious dear times waste
    race
    along that promised cave in a headlong
    deadlong
    haste,
    Will you
    have
    the
    grace
    to mourn for
    me?

    On a Bright Day, Next Week
    On a bright day, next week
    Just before the bomb falls
    Just before the world ends,
    Just before I die

    All my tears will power
    Black in dust like ashes
    Black like Buddha's belly
    Black and hot and dry

    Then will mercy tumble
    Falling down in godheads
    Falling on the children
    Falling from the sky

    Riot:60's
    Our
    YOUR FRIEND CHARLIE pawnshop
    was a glorious blaze
    I heard the flames lick
    then eat the trays
    of zircons
    mounted in red gold alloys

    Easter clothes and stolen furs
    burned in the attic
    radios and teevees
    crackled with static
    plugged in
    only to a racial outlet

    Some
    thought the FRIENDLY FINANCE FURNITURE CO.
    burned higher
    When a leopard print sofa with gold legs
    (which makes into a bed)
    caught fire
    an admiring groan from the waiting horde
    "Absentee landlord
    you got that shit"

    Lightning: a hundred Watts
    Detroit, Newark and New York
    Screeching nerves, exploding minds
    lives tried to
    a policeman's whistle
    a welfare worker's doorbell
    finger.

    Hospitality, southern-style
    corn pone grits and you-all smile
    whole blocks novae
    brand new stars
    policemen caught in their
    brand new cars
    Chugga chugga chigga
    git me one
    lootin' n burnin'
    he won't git far

    Watermelons, summer ripe
    grey neck bones and boiling tripe
    supermarket roastin like the
    noon-day sun
    national guard nervous with his shiny gun
    goose the motor quicker
    here's my picka
    shoot him in the belly
    shoot him while he run.

    The Calling of Names
    He went to being called a Colored man
    after answering to "hey ,"
    Now that's a big jump,
    anyway you figger,
    Hey, Baby, Watch my smoke.

    From colored man to Negro
    With the N in caps,
    was like saying Japanese
    instead of saying Japs.
    I mean, during the war.

    The next big step
    was a change for true,
    From Negro in caps
    to being a Jew.
    Now, Sing Yiddish Mama.

    Light, Yellow, Brown
    and Dark brown skin,
    were o.k. colors to
    describe him then,
    He was a Bouquet of Roses.

    He changed his seasons
    like an almanac,
    Now you'll get hurt
    if you don't call him "Black."
    Nigguh, I ain't playin' this time.

    -This is just some I thought to put up, but if you want the more common ones many know, just look it up on the internet.
    Hope this helped ya out,
    -Peace
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  4. Kirbyson5

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    thanks i appreciate it.
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