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On the Pulse of Morning

Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree They hear the first and last of every Tree
Hosts to species long since departed, Speak to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River.
Marked the mastodon. Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On our planet floor,
On traveller, has been paid for.
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
You, who gave me my first name, you
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Come, you may stand upon my Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Back and face your distant destiny, Starving for gold.
But seek no haven in my shadow You, the Turk, the Arab, the Swede, the German, the Eskimo, the
I will give you no hiding place down here. Scot,
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
You, created only a little lower than
Praying for a dream.
The angels, have crouched too long in
Here, root yourselves beside me.
The bruising darkness,
I am that Tree planted by the River,
Have lain too long
Which will not be moved
Face down in ignorance
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
Your mouths spilling words
I am yours--your Passages have been paid
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
Armed for slaughter. For this bright morning dawning for you.
The Rock cries out to us today, you stand on me, History, despite its wrenching pain,
But do not hide your face. Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song, Lift up your eyes upon
It says, come rest here by my side. This day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually undersiege Women, children, men,
Your armed struggles for profit Take it into the palms of your hands.
Have left collars of waste upon Mold it into the shape of your most
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast. Private need. Sculpt it into
Yet, today I call you to my riverside, The image of your most public self.
If you will study war no more. Come, Lift up your hearts
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs Each new hour holds new chances
The Creator gave to me when I and the For new beginnings.
Tree and the Rock were one. Do not be wedded forever
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your To fear, yoked eternally
Brow and when you yet knew you still To brutishness.
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
There is a true yearning to respond to Here, on the pulse of this fine day
The singing River and the wise Rock. You may have the courage
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew To look up and out and upon me, the
The African, the Native American, the Sioux, Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek No less to Midas than the mendicant.
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh, No less to you now than the mastodon then.
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
Here on the pulse of this new day
They all hear
You may have the grace to look up and out
The speaking of the Tree.
And into your sister's eyes, and into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Caged Bird Still I Rise
Maya Angelou Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps You may write me down in history


on the back of the wind With your bitter, twisted lies,
and floats downstream You may trod me in the very dirt
till the current ends But still, like dust, I'll rise.
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays Does my sassiness upset you?
and dares to claim the sky. Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
But a bird that stalks Pumping in my living room.
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through Just like moons and like suns,
his bars of rage With the certainty of tides,
his wings are clipped and Just like hopes springing high,
his feet are tied Still I'll rise.
so he opens his throat to sing.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
The caged bird sings
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
with a fearful trill
Weakened by my soulful cries.
of things unknown
but longed for still
Does my haughtiness offend you?
and his tune is heard
Don't you take it awful hard
on the distant hill
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
for the caged bird
Diggin' in my own back yard.
sings of freedom.
You may shoot me with your words,
The free bird thinks of another breeze You may cut me with your eyes,
and the trade winds soft through the sighing You may kill me with your hatefulness,
trees But still, like air, I'll rise.
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own. Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams That I dance like I've got diamonds
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream At the meeting of my thighs?
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing. Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
The caged bird sings Up from a past that's rooted in pain
with a fearful trill I rise
of things unknown I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
but longed for still Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
and his tune is heard Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
on the distant hill I rise
for the caged bird Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
sings of freedom. 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.
Alone
Maya Angelou
Touched by an
Lying, thinking
Angel Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
Maya Angelou And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
We, unaccustomed to courage
That nobody,
exiles from delight
But nobody
live coiled in shells of loneliness
Can make it out here alone.
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
Alone, all alone
to liberate us into life.
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
There are some millionaires
old memories of pleasure
With money they can't use
ancient histories of pain.
Their wives run round like banshees
Yet if we are bold,
Their children sing the blues
love strikes away the chains of fear
They've got expensive doctors
from our souls.
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
We are weaned from our timidity
No, nobody
In the flush of love's light
Can make it out here alone.
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
Alone, all alone
that love costs all we are
Nobody, but nobody
and will ever be.
Can make it out here alone.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone


Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Women
ALICE WALKER

Woman Work They were women then


MAYA ANGELOU
My mama's generation
I've got the children to tend Husky of voice--Stout of
The clothes to mend Step
The floor to mop With fists as well as
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
Hands
The baby to dry How they battered down
I got company to feed Doors
The garden to weed And ironed
I've got the shirts to press Starched white
The tots to dress
The cane to be cut
Shirts
I gotta clean up this hut How they led
Then see about the sick Armies
And the cotton to pick. Headragged Generals
Across mines
Shine on me, sunshine
Fields
Rain on me, rain Booby-trapped
Fall softly, dewdrops Ditches
And cool my brow again. To discover books
Desks
Storm, blow me from here
A place for us
With your fiercest wind How they knew that we
Let me float across the sky Must know
Till I can rest again. Without knowing a page
Of it
Fall gently, snowflakes
Themselves.
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight. The Courage That My Mother Had
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Sun, rain, curving sky The courage that my mother had


Mountain, ocean, leaf and stone Went with her, and is with her still:
Star shine, moon glow Rock from New England quarried;
You're all that I can call my own.
Now granite in a granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she'd left to me
The thing she took into the grave!--
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.

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