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Maya Angelou amerikai

1928. április 4. (St. Louis) – 2014. május 28. (Winston-Salem, North Carolina, USA)

Teljes névMarguerite Ann Johnson
Honlaphttp://mayaangelou.com/
Wikipédiahttp://hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou

Könyvei 13

Maya Angelou: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou: Mom & Me & Mom
Maya Angelou: The Heart of a Woman
Maya Angelou: All God's Children Need Travelling Shoes
Maya Angelou: And Still I Rise
Maya Angelou: Letter to My Daughter
Maya Angelou: Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas
Maya Angelou: A Song Flung Up to Heaven
Maya Angelou: The Complete Poetry
Maya Angelou: Gather Together in My Name

Népszerű idézetek

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In every town and village,
In every city square,
In crowded places
I searched the faces
Hoping to find
Someone to care.

6. oldal; Where We Belong, a Duet

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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 suprise
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.

42. oldal

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Don't kneel please. Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily.

161. oldal

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She came too late and lonely to this place.

27. oldal; The Singer Will Not Sing

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Véda MP

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

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Your grandmother says you read a lot. Every chance you get. That's good, but not good enough. Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning.

106. oldal (Virago, 2007)

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Though all the bright hours
I cling to expectation, until
darkness comes to reclaim me
as its own. Hope fades, day is gone
into its irredeemable place
and I am thrown back into the familiar
bonds of disconsolation.
Gloom crawls around
lapping lasciviously
between my toes, at my ankles,
and it sucks the strands of my
hair. It forgives my heady
fling with Hope. I am
joined again into its
greedy arms.

77. oldal; A Plagued Journey

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Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

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.