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And still I rise

Title :

And still I rise / Maya Angelou.

Title:

And still I rise

Author:

Angelou, Maya.

Format:

Books

Physical Description:

54 pages ; 22 cm

ISBN:

9780394502526

Production / Publication Information:

New York : Random House, [1978]

Contents:

Touch me, life, not softly : A kind of love, some say -- Country lover -- Remembrance -- Where we belong, a duet -- Phenomenal woman -- Men -- Refusal -- Just for a time -- Traveling : Junkie monkey reel -- The lesson -- California prodigal -- My Arkansas -- Through the inner city to the suburbs -- Lady luncheon club -- Momma welfare roll -- The singer will not sing -- Willie -- To beat the child was bad enough -- Woman work -- One more round -- The traveler -- Kin -- The memory -- And still I rise : Still I rise -- Ain't that bad? -- Life doesn't frighten me -- Bump d'bump -- On aging -- In retrospect -- Just like Job -- Call letters: Mrs. V.B. -- Thank you, Lord.

Summary:

Maya Angelou's third poetry collection, a unique celebration of life, consists of rhythms of strength, love, and remembrance, songs of the street, and lyrics of the heart.

Language:

English

Genre:

Poetry.

American poetry -- African American authors -- 20th century.

African American poets -- 20th century.

African American women poets -- 20th century.

American poetry -- 20th century.

Subject Term:

African Americans -- Poetry.

American poetry.

Holds: Copies:

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Material Type	Library	Call Number	Item Barcode	Location
Book	Searching... Andover - Memorial Hall Library	811.54 ANG	31330008887956	Searching... Unknown
Book	Searching... Ipswich Public Library	811.54 ANG	32122000371157	Searching... Unknown
Book	Searching... North Andover - Stevens Memorial Library	811 A	31478000602285	Searching... Unknown
Book	Searching... Topsfield Town Library	811.54 ANGELOU	32133002540871	Searching... Unknown

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Summary

Maya Angelou's unforgettable collection of poetry lends its name to the documentary film about her life, And Still I Rise, as seen on PBS's American Masters .

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Thus begins "Phenomenal Woman," just one of the beloved poems collected here in Maya Angelou's third book of verse. These poems are powerful, distinctive, and fresh--and, as always, full of the lifting rhythms of love and remembering. And Still I Rise is written from the heart, a celebration of life as only Maya Angelou has discovered it.

"It is true poetry she is writing," M.F.K. Fisher has observed, "not just rhythm, the beat, rhymes. I find it very moving and at times beautiful. It has an innate purity about it, unquenchable dignity. . . . It is astounding, flabbergasting, to recognize it, in all the words I read every day and night . . . it gives me heart, to hear so clearly the caged bird singing and to understand her notes."

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Library Journal Review

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Excerpts

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 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, 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. A Kind of Love, Some Say Is it true the ribs can tell The kick of a beast from a Lover's fist? The bruised Bones recorded well The sudden shock, the Hard impact. Then swollen lids, Sorry eyes, spoke not Of lost romance, but hurt. Hate often is confused. Its Limits are in zones beyond itself. And Sadists will not learn that Love by nature, exacts a pain Unequalled on the rack. Country Lover Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water and anybody's daughter Excerpted from And Still I Rise: Selected Poems by Maya Angelou All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.