Her er mitt yndlingsdikt av henne - lurt å ha litt lydstyrke på - Still I Rise:
Den kanskje mest kjente og avholdte boka hennes, er selvbiografien ”I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” (1969). Bokas tittel refererer til et dikt av poeten Paul Laurence. (Kommer tilbake med mer om ham i et eget innlegg.)
I samlingen “Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?”(1983), kommer Angelou tilbake til den burede fuglen som motiv:
Caged Bird
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou er en spennende kunstner, les gjerne mer om henne rundt forbi på nettet - et fint sted å begynne er på Poetry Foundation (se nettsted-menyen øverst til høyre).
I samlingen “Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?”(1983), kommer Angelou tilbake til den burede fuglen som motiv:
Caged Bird
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou er en spennende kunstner, les gjerne mer om henne rundt forbi på nettet - et fint sted å begynne er på Poetry Foundation (se nettsted-menyen øverst til høyre).
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