Our favorite poets are young and old and come from all walks of life. Whether it’s beatnik Jack Kerouac or the “Steinese” of Gertrude Stein, or even the simple rhymes of Shel Silverstein, each poet has their own style and each style can hold a special place in your heart. The most important thing to know about poetry is that it’s subjective. A favorite poet of mine, could be one of your least favorite poets. In order to love poetry, you must not simply dismiss is it before you give it a chance.
This series will highlight some of our favorite poets and feature one of their outstanding works. This week’s favorite poet is none other than the late Maya Angelou.
Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. The details of her life have been chronicled in her many autobiographies, most famously in I Know Why The Cage Bird Sings. Once learning about her upbringing, her poems resonate even more with the reader. Here’s one of our favorite Maya Angelou poems:
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 surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.