What an honor, for you, to have been in the presence of such a great, beautiful and powerful woman! I have great respect and admiration for this American icon.✌️
after hearing this Lady deliver her words ...I am falling in ......love .........and admiration of how truly special she is ,I want to hear more and more of her words and comforting mother earth voice ....Thank you Maya .......x
What a treasure walked among us. Maya Angelou always spoke about the rainbow in the clouds. I think she was more than a rainbow. She was a sunbeam that lit up our lives. With her vids we can still learn from her.
I did not realize Maya Angelou was a poet, for that matter I did not even connect her to this time period and this was from 1995. I like her deep thoughts reiterating the same theme without repeating herself. Instead she finds new ways to describe her feelings about god.
This woman is so beautiful ......I have only just learned about her life..........her voice , her warmth, her intelligence.........touches my heart very deeply.........
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we learn A brave and startling truth And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And allow the pure air to cool our palms When we come to it When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean When battlefields and coliseum No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters Up with the bruised and bloody grass To lie in identical plots in foreign soil When the rapacious storming of the churches The screaming racket in the temples have ceased When the pennants are waving gaily When the banners of the world tremble Stoutly in the good, clean breeze When we come to it When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders And children dress their dolls in flags of truce When land mines of death have been removed And the aged can walk into evenings of peace When religious ritual is not perfumed By the incense of burning flesh And childhood dreams are not kicked awake By nightmares of abuse When we come to it Then we will confess that not the Pyramids With their stones set in mysterious perfection Nor the Gardens of Babylon Hanging as eternal beauty In our collective memory Not the Grand Canyon Kindled into delicious color By Western sunsets Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji Stretching to the Rising Sun Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor, Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores These are not the only wonders of the world When we come to it We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace We, this people on this mote of matter In whose mouths abide cankerous words Which challenge our very existence Yet out of those same mouths Come songs of such exquisite sweetness That the heart falters in its labor And the body is quieted into awe We, this people, on this small and drifting planet Whose hands can strike with such abandon That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness That the haughty neck is happy to bow And the proud back is glad to bend Out of such chaos, of such contradiction We learn that we are neither devils nor divines When we come to it We, this people, on this wayward, floating body Created on this earth, of this earth Have the power to fashion for this earth A climate where every man and every woman Can live freely without sanctimonious piety Without crippling fear When we come to it We must confess that we are the possible We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world That is when, and only when We come to it.
@@CthulusFavoriteTreat I thought of red poppies and Gallipoli too at that part, and I teared up. We haven't come to it when I look at the news and social media. 😔
I like her videos Thank You 🙏 God Bless You Doesn’t matter what states We Are Here for you Praying 🙏 for you everyday You Are Loved 💕❤️ Look what you have left
When will we ever learn ? Information technology and globalisation is extending the concept of who is your nabour and exposing egocentric and narrowminded thinking. Integratio is the most pressing challenge for modern man - and history shows pathetic and measly progress during the last 100 years. We must all stop walking by human sufferings - it affects us all. We must not forget the doing good is no specific patent for any human race or religion.
Snaps for Maya!! I would have been "ooo"ing and "guuurrrlllll u tell em" all throughout that! Why weren't these people cheering? Oh I know, because they're part of the problem she speaks of.
I Am Standing For America 🇺🇸 Land Cites County Nation Protection With Maya There No Fear In Love It’s Ok it’s Going To Be Okay Be Still Everything be right no worries
Please put subtitles on your videos. You are doing people a disservice because they can't hear, and you are dishonouring Maya Angelou by not allowing her words to be heard.
I love how Maya can write a "victim" story in poetic prose, and receive the accolades of the entire western world. While authors like H.P. Lovecraft, who wrote in much better prose, warnings of humanity's unchecked ambitions, and then is relegated to the domain of "nerd-dom." Why? Because he was a "pulp" writer in the 1930's, he was a white male? I challenge anyone to read "At the Mountains of Madness" and not see the wisdom in the subtext of this tale. But, no, Maya Angelou is a national treasure, while Lovecraft is just some fringe writer that us man-baby, fan-boy, geeks like. Now, tell me, who is really oppressed in this country?
There's a reason that H.P. Lovecraft isn't as famous... I read a fairly large chunk of his writing in University (as an English major), and it wasn't as powerfully on point to a world that is reeling from constant war and in a downward spiral of ecological collapse. That's one reason that "A Brave and Startling Truth" gets so many accolades. Dr. Angelou had an incisive and creative mind and her poetry reflects that. She was what the annals of Western civilization would describe as a liberal humanist (in this case, liberal isn't a political stance but rather a pro-human one that eschews violence and promotes human rights and dignity). There are some great interviews of Dr. Angelou on RU-vid if you're interested 🙂
Calvin Saxon You're part of the problem. Do you not realize how amazing, inspirational and beautiful this person Is? You poor fool. I truly hope you're enlightened soon. What a joy it is to know of this exquisite soulful woman.
