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  1. Angelous poetry collections include The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994) and Phenomenal Woman (1995), a collection of four poems that takes its title from a poem which originally appeared in Cosmopolitan magazine in 1978.

  2. By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University) Maya Angelou (1928-2014) was not just a poet, of course: she was an influential civil rights campaigner in the United States, and her autobiography, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, is a classic of the genre. But several of her poems are well-known, and she was popular as….

  3. 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. I rise. Up from a past that’s rooted in pain. I rise. I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

  4. Facedown in ignorance, Your mouths spilling words. Armed for slaughter. The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face. [...] Maya Angelou, “On the Pulse of Morning” (excerpt) from On the Pulse of Morning. Copyright © 1993 by Maya Angelou.

  5. Best known for her book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and her poetry. Maya Angelou - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets.

  6. Poetry of Maya Angelou. Maya Angelou, reciting her poem, "On the Pulse of Morning", at the 1993 inauguration of President Bill Clinton. Maya Angelou, an African-American writer who is best known for her seven autobiographies, was also a prolific and successful poet. She has been called "the black woman's poet laureate", and her poems ...

  7. 15 de feb. de 2024 · Maya Angelou. 1928 –. 2014. 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,