"When we let the curtain fall on this minstrel show of hate." What a powerful way of saying that! This is such a powerful poem. Maya Angelou is one of my very favorite poets- what she writes (and then reads!) always touches me deeply. Thank you for this- I hadn't found it yet!
Glad to add to your Maya Angelou repertoire! And yes, that line you cited really packs a punch. She can comfort and stir and rock the world, all in the same poem.
When we come to it, that divine light that shines so bright within that it melts away all forms of fear and self-hate, then and only then will we know peace.
These two voices in conversation made me weep with hope-- hope grouned in "each of us" is who we need to awaken to that peace we petition for in the dark.
"When we let the curtain fall on this minstrel show of hate." What a powerful way of saying that! This is such a powerful poem. Maya Angelou is one of my very favorite poets- what she writes (and then reads!) always touches me deeply. Thank you for this- I hadn't found it yet!
Glad to add to your Maya Angelou repertoire! And yes, that line you cited really packs a punch. She can comfort and stir and rock the world, all in the same poem.
Exactly! She manages to do all of that!!!
“and 'each of us' is who we need to get to there from here In these times...”
“When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible”
WE ARE THE POSSIBLE!
When we come to it, that divine light that shines so bright within that it melts away all forms of fear and self-hate, then and only then will we know peace.
May it be so, Myrtle!
Speaking of "power"! I listened, read it again and cannot find anything that DOESN'T stand out to me. The start and the end of course....
"We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we discover
A brave and startling truth...
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it."
Poem dense with power!
These two voices in conversation made me weep with hope-- hope grouned in "each of us" is who we need to awaken to that peace we petition for in the dark.
Yes, Brigid! Weeping with hope . . . poetry and music can help us remember who we are and what the world can be!