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Poet: Maya Angelou
Short bio: Born - April 4, 1928. She is a poet, historian, author, actress, playwright, civil rights activist, producer and director. Published ten best selling books and magazine articles earning her Pulitzer prize and National book award nominations.
Just a few of her books: "I know why the caged bird sings", "All God's children need traveling shoes", "I shall not be moved".
Preacher, Don't Send Me
Preacher, Don't Send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.
I've known those rats
I've seen them kill
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or maybe a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.
Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.
I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are loyal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
or nothing at all.
There's much on the web in this poet, so one way to start is simply to search her name in any search engine...
But here's a good link to start:
http://members.aol.com/bonvibre/mangelou1.html
Hope you enjoyed this poem and poet..
Have a nice week :)
hagy.
Poem: A match with the moon
Short bio: He was born in London. Beside being a poet he was a painter and a translator. In 1848 he formed the Pre-raphaelite brotherhood With Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais, and their style of idealistic painting influenced his poetry.
Style: His poems are highly symbolic and detailed. Many of his poems are actually descriptions of paintings. His sense for imagery is faultless.
THIS charming sonnet is taken from the compilation of poems he published in 1870.
WEARY already, weary miles to-night
I walked for bed: and so, to get some ease,
I dogged the flying moon with similes.
And like a wisp she doubled on my sight
In ponds; and caught in tree-tops like a kite;
And in a globe of film all vapourish
Swam full-faced like a silly silver fish;--
Last like a bubble shot the welkin's height
Where my road turned, and got behind me, and sent
My wizened shadow craning round at me,
And jeered, `So, step the measure,--one two three!'--
And if I faced on her, looked innocent.
But just at parting, halfway down a dell,
She kissed me for goodnight. So you'll not tell.
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Hope you enjoyed this one.
And here's a good place to start reading on the net about this poet:
http://www.music.indiana.edu/~u520/rossetti.html
Have a nice week! :)
hagy.