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    The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou

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      Hold for three, then twist and jerk.

      Cross the line, they count you out.

      That's what hopping's all about.

      Both feet flat, the game is done.

      They think I lost. I think I won.

      To PAUL

      Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down

      There's a long-legged girl

      in San Francisco

      by the Golden Gate.

      She said she'd give me all I wanted

      but I just couldn't wait.

      I started to

      Pickin em up

      and layin em down, Pickin em up

      and layin em down, Pickin em up

      and layin em down, gettin to the next town Baby.

      There's a pretty brown

      in Birmingham.

      Boys, she little and cute

      but when she like to tied me down

      I had to grab my suit and started to

      Pickin em up

      and layin em down,

      Pickin em up

      and layin em down,

      Pickin em up

      and layin em down,

      gettin to the next town

      Baby.

      I met that lovely Detroit lady

      and thought my time had come

      But just before I said “I do”

      I said “I got to run” and started to

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      gettin to the next town

      Baby.

      There ain't no words for what I feel

      about a pretty face

      But if I stay I just might miss

      a prettier one some place

      I started to

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      Pickin em up and layin em down,

      gettin to the next town

      Baby.

      Here's to Adhering

      I went to a party

      out in Hollywood,

      The atmosphere was shoddy

      but the drinks were good,

      and that's where I heard you laugh.

      I then went cruising

      on an old Greek ship,

      The crew was amusing

      but the guests weren't hip,

      that's where I found your hands.

      On to the Sahara

      in a caravan,

      The sun struck like an arrow

      but the nights were grand,

      and that's how I found your chest.

      An evening in the Congo

      where the Congo ends,

      I found myself alone, oh

      but I made some friends,

      that's where I saw your face.

      I have been devoting

      all my time to get

      Parts of you out floating

      still unglued as yet.

      Won't you pull yourself together

      For

      Me

      ONCE

      On Reaching Forty

      Other acquainted years

      sidle

      with modest

      decorum

      across the scrim of toughened

      tears and to a stage

      planked with laughter boards

      and waxed with rueful loss.

      But forty

      with the authorized

      brazenness of a uniformed

      cop stomps

      no-knocking

      into the script

      bumps a funky grind on the

      shabby curtain of youth

      and delays the action.

      Unless you have the inborn

      wisdom

      and grace

      and are clever enough

      to die at

      thirty-nine.

      The Telephone

      It comes in black

      and blue, indecisive

      beige. In red and chaperons my life.

      Sitting like a strict

      and spinstered aunt

      spiked between my needs and need.

      It tats the day, crocheting

      other people's lives

      in neat arrangements,

      ignoring me,

      busy with the hemming

      of strangers’ overlong affairs or

      the darning of my

      neighbors’ worn-out dreams.

      From Monday, the morning of the week,

      through mid-times

      noon and Sunday's dying

      light. It sits silent.

      Its needle sound

      does not transfix my ear

      or draw my longing to a close.

      Ring. Damn you!

      Passing Time

      Your skin like dawn

      Mine like dusk.

      One paints the beginning

      of a certain end.

      The other, the end of a

      sure beginning.

      Now Long Ago

      One innocent spring

      your voice meant to me

      less than tires turning

      on a distant street.

      Your name, perhaps spoken,

      led no chorus of

      batons

      unrehearsed

      to crush against my

      empty chest.

      That cool spring

      was shortened by

      your summer, bold, impatient

      and all forgotten

      except when silence

      turns the key

      into my midnight bedroom

      and comes to sleep upon your

      pillow.

      Greyday

      The day hangs heavy

      loose and grey

      when you're away.

      A crown of thorns

      a shirt of hair

      is what I wear.

      No one knows

      my lonely heart

      when we're apart.

      Poor Girl

      You've got another love

      and I know it

      Someone who adores you

      just like me

      Hanging on your words

      like they were gold

      Thinking that she understands

      your soul Poor Girl

      Just like me.

      You're breaking another heart

      and I know it And there's nothing

      I can do

      If I try to tell her

      what I know

      She'll misunderstand

      and make me go

      Poor Girl

      Just like me.

      You're going to leave her too

      and I know it She'll never know

      what made you go

      She'll cry and wonder

      what went wrong Then she'll begin

      to sing this song

      Poor Girl

      Just like me.

      Come. And Be My Baby

      The highway is full of big cars

      going nowhere fast

      And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

      Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass

      And you sit wondering

      where you're going to turn.

      I got it.

      Come. And be my baby.

      Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow

      But others say we've got a week or two

      The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror

      And you sit wondering

      What you're gonna do.

      I got it.

      Come. And be my baby.

      Senses of Insecurity

      I couldn't tell fact from fiction

      or if my dream was true,

      The only sure prediction

      in this whole world was you.

      I'd touched your features inchly,

      heard love and dared the cost.

      The scented spiel reeled me unreal

      and found my senses lost.

      Alone

      Lying, thinking

      Last night

      How to find my so
    ul a home

      Where water is not thirsty

      And bread loaf is not stone

      I came up with one thing

      And I don't believe I'm wrong

      That nobody,

      But nobody

      Can make it out here alone.

      Alone, all alone

      Nobody, but nobody

      Can make it out here alone.

      There are some millionaires

      With money they can't use

      Their wives run round like banshees

      Their children sing the blues

      They've got expensive doctors

      To cure their hearts of stone.

      But nobody

      No, nobody

      Can make it out here alone.

      Alone, all alone

      Nobody, but nobody

      Can make it out here alone.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.

      Communication I

      She wished of him a lover's kiss and

      nights of coupled twining.

      They laced themselves

      between the trees

      and to the water's edge.

      Reminding her

      the cratered moon lay light-years away,

      he spoke of Greece, the Parthenon

      and Cleopatra's barge.

      She splayed her foot

      up to the shin

      within the ocean brine.

      He quoted Pope and Bernard Shaw

      and Catcher in the Rye.

      Her sandal lost,

      she dried her toe

      and then she mopped her brow.

      Dry-eyed

      she walked into her room

      and frankly told her mother,

      “Of all he said, I understood

      he said he loved another.”

      Communication II

      FOR ADELE

      The Student

      The dust of ancient pages

      had never touched his face,

      and fountains black and comely

      were mummied in a place

      beyond

      his young un-knowing.

      The Teacher

      She shared the lettered strivings

      of etched Pharaonic walls

      and Reconstruction's anguish

      resounded down the halls

      of all her

      dry dreams.

      Wonder

      A day

      drunk with the nectar of

      nowness

      weaves its way between

      the years

      to find itself at the flophouse

      of night

      to sleep and be seen

      no more.

      Will I be less

      dead because I wrote this

      poem or you more because

      you read it

      long years hence.

      A Conceit

      Give me your hand.

      Make room for me

      to lead and follow

      you

      beyond this rage of poetry.

      Let others have

      the privacy of

      touching words

      and love of loss

      of love.

      For me

      Give me your hand.

      Request

      If this country is a bastard

      will the lowdown mother user

      who ran off

      and left the woman

      moaning in her

      green delivery

      please come back and claim

      his love child.

      Give a legal name to beg from

      for the first

      time of its life.

      Africa

      Thus she had lain

      sugarcane sweet

      deserts her hair

      golden her feet

      mountains her breasts

      two Niles her tears.

      Thus she has lain

      Black through the years.

      Over the white seas

      rime white and cold

      brigands ungentled

      icicle bold

      took her young daughters

      sold her strong sons

      churched her with Jesus

      bled her with guns.

      Thus she has lain.

      Now she is rising

      remember her pain

      remember the losses

      her screams loud and vain

      remember her riches

      her history slain

      now she is striding

      although she had lain.

      America

      The gold of her promise

      has never been mined

      Her borders of justice

      not clearly defined

      Her crops of abundance

      the fruit and the grain

      Have not fed the hungry

      nor eased that deep pain

      Her proud declarations

      are leaves on the wind

      Her southern exposure

      black death did befriend

      Discover this country

      dead centuries cry

      Erect noble tablets

      where none can decry

      “She kills her bright future

      and rapes for a sou

      Then entraps her children

      with legends untrue”

      I beg you

      Discover this country.

      For Us, Who Dare Not Dare

      Be me a Pharaoh

      Build me high pyramids of stone and question

      See me the Nile

      at twilight

      and jaguars moving to

      the slow cool draught.

      Swim me Congo

      Hear me the tails of alligators

      flapping waves that reach

      a yester shore.

      Swing me vines, beyond that baobab tree,

      and talk me chief

      Sing me birds

      flash color lightening through bright green leaves.

      Taste me fruit

      its juice free-falling from

      a mother tree.

      Know me

      Africa.

      Lord, in My Heart

      FOR COUNTEE CULLEN

      Holy haloes

      Ring me round

      Spirit waves on

      Spirit sound

      Meshach and

      Abednego

      Golden chariot

      Swinging low

      I recite them

      in my sleep

      Jordan's cold

      and briny deep

      Bible lessons

      Sunday school

      Bow before the

      Golden Rule

      Now I wonder

      If I tried

      Could I turn my

      cheek aside

      Marvelling with

      afterthought

      Let the blow fall

      saying naught

      Of my true Christlike

      control

      And the nature

      of my soul

      Would I strike with

      rage divine

      Till the culprit

      fell supine

      Hit out broad all

      fury red

      Till my foes are

      fallen dead

      Teachers of my

      early youth

      Taught forgiveness

      stressed the truth

      Here then is my

      Christian lack:

      If I'm struck then

      I'll strike back.

      Artful Pose

      Of falling leaves and melting

      snows, of birds

      in their delights

      Some poets sing

    &
    nbsp; their melodies

      tendering my nights

      sweetly.

      My pencil halts

      and will not go

      along that quiet path.

      I need to write

      of lovers false

      and hate

      and hateful wrath

      quickly.

      The Couple

      Discard the fear and what

      was she? Of rag and bones

      a mimicry of woman's

      fairy-ness

      Archaic at its birth.

      Discharge the hate and when

      was he? Disheveled moans

      a mimesis of man's

      estate

      deceited for its worth.

      Dissolve the greed and why

      were they? Enfeebled thrones

      a memory of mortal

      kindliness

      exiled from this earth.

      The Pusher

      He bad

      O he bad

      He make a honky

      poot. Make a honky's

      blue eyes squint

     
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