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Poetry Wednesday

The legendary Maya Angelou died this morning, watching TV alone. So much of her work has touched my life at various stages that it was hard to choose one to feature, or easy, I guess, since I can’t get it wrong.

The Detached
Maya Angelou

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.

R.I.P

4 Responses to “Poetry Wednesday”

  1. VinNay Says:

    Isn’t there just a like button or something? Comments are so 2006.

  2. Grange95 Says:

    For some reason, I picture you when I hear the “sassiness” line from “Still I Rise” (an absolute masterpiece) (the poem, not you) (well, maybe you, too):

    http://emilyspoetryblog.com/2013/11/16/still-i-rise-by-maya-angelou/

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  4. Sara Says:

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