MAYA ANGELOU: POEMS
    
   Just Give Me 
   a Cool Drink
   of Water 
   'fore I Diiie
    
   Oh Pray My Wings 
   Are Gonna 
   Fit Me Well
    
   And Still 
   I Rise
    
   Shaker, Why Don't 
   You Sing
    
    
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   MAYA ANGELOU: POEMS 
   JUST GIVE ME A COOL DRINK OF WATER 'FORE I DIIIE, 
   OH PRAY MY WINGS ARE GONNA FIT ME WELL, 
   AND STILL I RISE, SHAKER, WHY DON'T YOU SING ?
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   Bantam 3 Volume edition / November 1981
   Bantam 4 Volume edition I February 1986
   Bantam reissue November 1993
   JUST GIVE ME A COOL DRINK OF WATER FORE I DIUE was originally published by Random House, Inc., in 1971. Bantam 
   edition published January 1973 All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Copyright ? 1971 
   by Maya Angelou; The following poems were first published in The Poetry of Maya Angelou and are reprinted by permission of Hirt 
   Music Inc. Copyright ? 1969 by Hirt Music Inc.: "They Went Home," "The Gamut," "To a Man " "No Loser, No Weeper," "When You 
   Come to Me," "Remembering," "In a Time " "Tears," "The Detached," "To a Husband," "Accident," "Let's Majeste " or the "Ego and I," "On 
   Diverse Deviations," "Mourning Grace," "Sounds Like Pearls," "When I Think About Myself," "Letter to an Aspiring Junkie," "Miss Scarlett, 
   Mr. Rhett & Other Latter-Day Saints," "Faces," "To a Freedom Fighter " "Riot: 60's," "No No No No," "Black Ode," "My Guilt," "The 
   Calling of Names " "On Working White Liberals," "Sepia Fashion Show," "The Thirteens (Black)," "The Thirteens (White)," "Harlem 
   Hopscotch"; OH PRAY MY WINGS ARE GONNA FIT ME WELL was originally published by Random House, Inc. August 1975. 
   Bantam edition published October 1977. Copyright ? 1975 by Maya Angelou. Several poems have appeared in Cosmopolitan August 
   1975 and November 1976; AND STILL I RISE was originally published by Random House, Inc. August 1978. Bantam edition 
   published January 1980. Portions of this book appeared in Cosmopolitan during 1978 as "Phenomenal Woman" and "Just for a Time." 
   Copyright ? 1978 by Maya Angelou; SHAKER, WHY DON'T YOU SING' was originally published by Random House, Inc. February 
   1983. Portions of this book appeared in the Ladies' Home Journal Juty 1983 and in New Woman September 1985 through December 
   1985
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   Contents
   JUST GIVE ME A COOL DRINK OF WATER 'FORE I DIIIE
        Part One: Where Love Is a Scream of Anguish 
   They Went Home 4 
   The Gamut 5 
   A Zorro Man 6 
   To a Man 7 
   Late October 8 
   No Loser, No Weeper 9 
   When You Come to Me 10 
   Remembering 11 
   In a Time 12 
   Tears 13 
   The Detached 14 
   To a Husband 15 
   Accident 16 
   Let's Majeste 17 
   After 18 
   The Mothering Blackness 19 
   On Diverse Deviations 20 
   Mourning Grace 21 
   How I Can Lie to You 22 
   Sounds Like Pearls 23
    
        Part Two: Just Before the World Ends 
   When I Think About Myself 26 
   On a Bright Day, Next Week 27 
   Letter to an Aspiring Junkie 28
   Miss Scarlett, Mr. Rhett and Other Latter-Day Saints 30
   Times-Square-Shoeshine-Composition 32
   Faces 34
   To a Freedom Fighter 35
   Riot: 60's 36
   We Saw Beyond Our Seeming 38
   Black Ode 39
   No No No No 40
   My Guilt 44
   The Calling of Names 45
   On Working White Liberals 46
   Sepia Fashion Show 47
   The Thirteens (Black) 48
   The Thirteens (White) 49
   Harlem Hopscotch 50
   OH PRAY MY WINGS ARE GONNA FIT ME WELL
   Part One
   Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down 54 
   Here's to Adhering 56 
   On Reaching Forty 58 
   The Telephone 59
    
   Part Two
   Passing Time 62 
   Now Long Ago 63 
   Greyday 64 
   Poor Girl 65 
   Come. And Be My Baby 67 
   Senses of Insecurity 68 
   Alone 69
   Communication I 71 
   Communication II 72 
   Wonder 73
   A Conceit 74
    
   Part Three 
   Request 76 
   Africa 77 
   America 78 
   For Us, Who Dare Not Dare 80 
   Lord, In My Heart 81 
   Artful Pose 84
    
   Part Four 
   The Couple 86 
   The Pusher 87 
   Chicken-Licken 90
    
   Part Five
   I Almost Remember 92 
   Prisoner 94 
   Woman Me 96 
   John J. 97
   Southeast Arkanasia 99 
   Song for the Old Ones 100 
   Child Dead in Old Seas 102 
   Take Time Out 104 
   Elegy 107 
   Reverses 109 
   Little Girl Speakings 110 
   This Winter Day 111
    
   AND STILL I RISE
    
        Part One: Touch Me, Life, Not Softly 
   A Kind of Love, Some Say 116
   Country Lover 117
   Remembrance 118
   Where We Belong, A Duet 119
   Phenomenal Woman 121
   Men 124
   Refusal 126
   Just for a Time 127
    
   Part Two: Traveling
   Junkie Monkey Reel 130 
   The Lesson 131 
   California Prodigal 132 
   My 
					     					 			 Arkansas 134 
   Through the Inner City to the Suburbs 135 
   Lady Luncheon Club 137 
   Momma Welfare Roll 139 
   The Singer Will Not Sing 140 
   Willie 141
   To Beat the Child Was Bad Enough 143 
   Woman Work 144 
   One More Round 146 
   The Traveler 148 
   Kin 149 
   The Memory 151
    
        Part Three: And Still I Rise 
   Still I Rise 154 
   Ain't That Bad? 156 
   Life Doesn't Frighten Me 158 
   Bump d'Bump 160 
   On Aging 161 
   In Retrospect 162 
   Just Like Job 163 
   Call Letters: Mrs. V. B. 165 
   Thank You, Lord 166 
    
   SHAKER, WHY DON'T YOU SING?
   Awaking in New York 171
   A Good Woman Feeling Bad 172
   The Health-Food Diner 173
   A Georgia Song 175
   Unmeasured Tempo 178
   Amoebaean for Daddy 179
   Recovery 181
   Impeccable Conception 182
   Caged Bird 183
   Avec Merci, Mother 185
   Arrival 186
   A Plagued Journey 187
   Starvation 189
   Contemporary Announcement 190
   Prelude to a Parting 191
   Martial Choreograph 192
   To a Suitor 194
   Insomniac 195
   Weekend Glory 196
   The Lie 199
   Prescience 200
   Family Affairs 202
   Changes 204
   Brief Innocence 205
   The Last Decision 206
   Slave Coffle 207
   Shaker, Why Don't You Sing? 208
   My Life Has Turned to Blue 209
    
   JUST GIVE ME
   A COOL DRINK 
   OF WATER 
   'FORE I DIIIE
    
   to 
   Amber Sam 
   and the 
   Zorro Man
    
   PART ONE
   Where Love Is a Scream of Anguish
    
   They Went Home
    
   They went home and told their wives, that never once in all their lives, had they known a girl like 
   me,
   But . . . They went home.
   They said my house was licking clean, no word I spoke was ever mean, I had an air of mystery,
   But . . . They went home.
   My praises were on all men's lips, they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, they'd spend one night, 
   or two or three.
   But ...
    
   The Gamut
   Soft you day, be velvet soft,
         My true love approaches, 
   Look you bright, you dusty sun,
         Array your golden coaches.
    
         Soft you wind, be soft as silk 
   My true love is speaking.
         Hold you birds, your silver throats, 
   His golden voice I'm seeking.
    
   Come you death, in haste, do come 
         My shroud of black be weaving,
   Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, 
         My true love is leaving.
    
   5
    
   A Zorro Man
    
   Here
   in the wombed room
   silk purple drapes
   flash a light as subtle
   as your hands before
   love-making
    
   Here
   in the covered lens
   I catch a
   clitoral image of
   your general inhabitation
   long and like a
   late dawn in winter
    
   Here
   this clean mirror
   traps me unwilling
   in a gone time
   when I was love
   and you were booted and brave
   and trembling for me.
    
   6
    
   To a Man
    
   My man is
   Black Golden Amber
   Changing.
   Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
   Cautious sunlight on a patterned rug
   Coughing laughter, rocked on a whorl of French tobacco
   Graceful turns on woolen stilts 
   Secretive? 
   A cat's eye. 
   Southern. Plump and tender with navy bean sullenness
   And did I say "Tender"? 
   The gentleness
   A big cat stalks through stubborn bush 
   And did I mention "Amber"? 
   The heatless fire consuming itself. 
   Again. Anew. Into ever neverlessness. 
   My man is Amber 
   Changing 
   Always into itself 
   New. Now New. 
   Still itself. 
   Still.
    
   7
    
   Late October
    
   Carefully
   the leaves of autumn
   sprinkle down the tinny
   sound of little dyings
   and skies sated
   of ruddy sunsets
   of roseate dawns
   roil ceaselessly in
   cobweb greys and turn
   to black
   for comfort.
    
   Only lovers
   see the fall
   a signal end to endings
   a gruffish gesture alerting
   those who will not be alarmed
   that we begin to stop
   in order simply
   to begin
   again.
    
   8
    
   No Loser, No Weeper
    
   "I hate to lose something," 
          then she bent her head 
   "even a dime, I wish I was dead. 
   I can't explain it. No more to be said. 
   Cept I hate to lose something."
    
   "I lost a doll once and cried for a week.
   She could open her eyes, and do all but speak.
   I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching-sneak 
   I tell you, I hate to lose something."
    
   "A watch of mine once, got up and walked away. 
   It had twelve numbers on it and for the time of day.
   I'll never forget it and all I can say 
   Is I really hate to lose something."
    
   "Now if I felt that way bout a watch and a toy, 
   What you think I feel bout my lover-boy? 
   I ain't threatening you madam, but he is my evening's joy. 
   And I mean I really hate to lose something."
    
   9
    
   When You Come to Me
    
           When you come to me, unbidden, 
   Beckoning me
           To long-ago rooms, 
   Where memories lie.
    
         Offering me, as to a child, an attic, 
   Gatherings of days too few.
         Baubles of stolen kisses. 
   Trinkets of borrowed loves.
         Trunks of secret words,
    
                                 I CRY.
    
   10
    
   Remembering
    
   Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve 
   to peer into my eyes 
   while I within deny their threats 
   and answer them with lies.
    
   Mushlike memories perform 
   a ritual on my lips 
   I lie in stolid hopelessness 
   and they lay my sou 
					     					 			l in strips.
    
   11
    
   In a Time
    
   In a time of secret wooing 
   Today prepares tomorrow's ruin 
   Left knows not what right is doing 
   My heart is torn asunder.
    
   In a time of furtive sighs 
   Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes 
   Half-truths told and entire lies 
   My conscience echoes thunder
    
   In a time when kingdoms come 
   Joy is brief as summer's fun 
   Happiness, its race has run 
   Then pain stalks in to plunder.
    
   12
    
   Tears
    
   Tears
   The crystal rags
   Viscous tatters
   of a worn-through soul
    
   Moans
   Deep swan song
   Blue farewell
   of a dying dream.
    
   13
    
   The Detached
    
   We die,
   Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
   Stranglers to our outstretched necks.
               Stranglers, who neither care nor
               care to know that
               DEATH IS INTERNAL.
    
   We pray,
   Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
   Bellying the grounds before alien gods
               Gods, who neither know nor
               wish to know that
              HELL IS INTERNAL.
    
   We love,
   Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands
   Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
              Kisses that neither touch nor
              care to touch if
              LOVE IS INTERNAL.
    
   14
    
   To a Husband
    
   Your voice at times a fist
          Tight in your throat
    Jabs ceaselessly at phantoms
           In the room, 
   Your hand a carved and
         skimming boat 
   Goes down the Nile
          To point out Pharaoh's tomb.
    
   You're Africa to me
          At brightest dawn. 
   The Congo's green and
          Copper's brackish hue, 
   A continent to build
          With Black Man's brawn. 
   I sit at home and see it all
         Through you.
    
   15
    
   Accident
    
   tonight
         when you spread your pallet 
   of magic,
         I escaped, 
   sitting apart,
         I saw you grim and unkempt. 
   Your vulgar-ness
         not of living 
   your demands
          not from need.
    
   tonight
         as you sprinkled your brain-dust 
   of rainbows,
         I had no eyes. 
   Seeing all
   I saw the colors fade 
   and change.
         The blood, red dulled 
   through the dyes, 
   and the naked 
   Black-White truth.
    
   16
    
   Let's Majeste
    
   I sit a throne upon the times
   when Kings are rare and
   Consorts
   slide into the grease of scullery maids.
    
   So gaily wave a crown of light 
   (astride the royal chair) that blinds 
   the commoners who genuflect and cross their fingers.
    
   The years will lie beside me
   on the queenly bed.
   And coupled we'll await
   the ages' dust to cake my lids again.
    
   And when the rousing kiss is given, 
   why must it always be a fairy, and 
   only just a Prince?
    
   17
    
   After
    
   No sound falls
   from the moaning sky
   No scowl wrinkles
   the evening pool
         The stars lean down 
         A stony brilliance 
         While birds fly
   The market leers
   its empty shelves
   Streets bare bosoms
   to scanty cars
         This bed yawns 
         beneath the weight 
         of our absent selves.
    
   18
    
   The Mothering Blackness
    
   She came home running
          back to the mothering blackness 
         deep in the smothering blackness
   white tears icicle gold plains of her face 
         She came home running
    
   She came down creeping
         here to the black arms waiting
         now to the warm heart waiting 
   rime of alien dreams befrost her rich brown face
         She came down creeping
    
   She came home blameless
         black yet as Hagar's daughter
         tall as was Sheba's daughter 
   threats of northern winds die on the desert's face
         She came home blameless
    
   19
    
   On Diverse Deviations
    
   When love is a shimmering curtain 
   Before a door of chance 
   That leads to a world in question 
   Wherein the macabrous dance 
   Of bones that rattle in silence 
   Of blinded eyes and rolls 
   Of thick lips thin, denying 
   A thousand powdered moles, 
   Where touch to touch is feel 
   And life a weary whore
          I would be carried off, not gently
         To a shore,
         Where love is the scream of anguish
         And no curtain drapes the door.
    
   20
    
   Mourning Grace
    
   If today, I follow death
   go down its trackless wastes,
   salt my tongue on hardened tears
   for my precious dear times waste
   race
   along that promised cave in a headlong
   deadlong
   haste,
   Will you
   have
   the
   grace
   to mourn for
   me?
    
   21
    
   How I Can Lie to You
    
   now thread my voice 
   with lies 
   of lightness 
   force within 
   my mirror eyes 
   the cold disguise 
   of sad and wise 
   decisions.
    
   22
    
   Sounds Like Pearls
    
   Sounds
         Like pearls 
   Roll off your tongue
         To grace this eager ebon ear.
    
   Doubt and fear.
         Ungainly things, 
   With blushings
         Disappear.
    
   23
    
   Part Two
    
   Just Before the 
   World  
					     					 			Ends
    
   When I Think About Myself
    
   When I think about myself,
   I almost laugh myself to death,
   My life has been one great big joke,
   A dance that's walked
   A song that's spoke,
   I laugh so hard I almost choke
   When I think about myself.
    
   Sixty years in these folks' world
   The child I works for calls me girl
   I say "Yes ma'am" for working's sake.
   Too proud to bend
   Too poor to break,
   I laugh until my stomach ache,
   When I think about myself.
    
   My folks can make me split my side,
   I laughed so hard I nearly died,
   The tales they tell, sound just like lying,