Maya Angelou, 'black woman's laureate' and worldwide inspiration, dies aged 86
The American poet and writer Maya Angelou has died at her home in North Carolina at the age of 86. A statement from Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, where she had served as a professor of American studies since 1982, called Angelou "a national treasure whose life and teachings inspired millions around the world". In 1993, she recited her poem ‘On the Pulse of Morning’ at the inauguration of President Bill Clinton, the first poet to make an inaugural recitation since Robert Frost at John F Kennedy's inauguration in 1961. She had reportedly been in bad health and had cancelled recent scheduled appearances.
Angelou was born Marguerite Annie Johnson, in St Louis, Missouri, in 1928. She grew up in the segregated south, survived a childhood rape, gave birth as a teenager, and was, at one time, a prostitute. Although she is best known for her seven autobiographies, she was also been a prolific and successful poet, and has been called "the black woman's poet laureate". The civil rights campaigner's honours included a Pulitzer Prize nomination for her book of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'fore I Diiie. Angelou studied and began writing poetry at a young age, and used it to cope with her rape as a young girl, as described in her most well-known autobiographical work, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. On the evening of her death on Thursday 28 May, Channel 4 News ended its bulletin with film of Maya Angelou reciting her poem 'Still I Rise':
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.
PHOTOGRAPH: POETRY FOUNDATION
John Gibson
Thu 29th May 2014 17:54
RIP Maya..`You have risen`