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In this inspiring poem, Maya Angelou celebrates the courage of the human spirit over the harshest of obstacles. An ode to the power that resides in us all to overcome the most difficult circumstances, this poem is truly an inspiration and affirmation of the faith that restores and nourishes the soul. Entwined with the vivid paintings of Diego Rivera, the renowned Mexican aIn this inspiring poem, Maya Angelou celebrates the courage of the human spirit over the harshest of obstacles. An ode to the power that resides in us all to overcome the most difficult circumstances, this poem is truly an inspiration and affirmation of the faith that restores and nourishes the soul. Entwined with the vivid paintings of Diego Rivera, the renowned Mexican artist, Angelou's words paint a portrait of the amazing human spirit, its quiet dignity, and pools of strength and courage. An ideal gift for a friend, lover, or family member, this special edition will be treasured by all who receive it....

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And Still I Rise Reviews

  • Jean
    2018-10-30 13:43

    Maya Angelou is an inspirational figure, admired the world over for her sensitivity, passion, and advocacy of black rights; she was a vigorous activist, especially with regard to women. The world lost a remarkable influential figure when she died. So what is her poetry actually like? The word "inspirational" is bandied around today to include all sort of cant and twaddle. I must admit to being apprehensive at the start. Although by the time this collection had been published, Maya Angelou had received over thirty honorary degrees from colleges and universities all over the world, there is a lurking suspicion that this is for the person herself; her overcoming of almost unimaginable hardships, plus her achievements in society and the legislative progress, rather than strictly academic prowess. After all, her poetry is thought to be populist, and has not received much serious critical attention. Would Maya Angelou's poetry turn out to be over-simplistic rhetoric, or sanctimonious versifying? Thankfully, the answer is no. The poems match the figurehead. She does speak to the people; she speaks to aspects of humanity we all have within us. There is diversity; much variation of mood and style. Sometimes the language used is direct and repetitive. Her much-lauded "Phenomenal Woman", "Woman Work" and the title poem for this collection, "And Still I Rise" all conform to this type. These are accessible to those who may not regularly read poetry. Many women have felt a personal connection, or significance, saying that one such poem speaks to them - that it is their own experience. "And Still I Rise" has been called an anthem for the entire black race. But some poems are significantly darker and embittered. Some have more variant forms, jerky spasmodic rhythms, elusive and sensual language. Some are pain-filled, some outrageous. Some are filled with despair. These are not all "feel-good" poems by any means. And they are not always "easy" to read, in any sense of the word.The collection And Still I Rise is Maya Angelou's third volume of poetry, and was first published in 1978. Angelou was well into her stride as a writer by now. As well as the two former volumes of poetry, she had also written three of her autobiographies; she tended to alternate between the two. This collections is made up of 32 short poems, and is divided into three parts. 1. Touch Me, Life, Not Softly2. Travelling3. And Still I RiseIn the very first poem we are confronted with cruelty and abuse,"Hate often is confused. ItsLimits are in zones beyond itself ..."The dark theme is mirrored by a spiky, disjointed structure. The next two poems describe the experience of black youth, giddy, earthy and sensual. The next begins with feeling of isolation, loneliness in the crowds, "I searched the facesHoping to findSomeone to care" but ends with connection,"I've never been so strong, Now I'm where I belong"It is noticeable that Angelou's rhymes are often in rhythmic couplets, and come either as a refrain, or at the end of a poem, where she wants to add extra emphasis. The following poem "Phenomenal Woman" is an example of an even more spare exaggeration, where the author plays with the word "phenomenal", and the whole poem has a bouncy, upbeat and playful rhythm. It is a poem of self-assertion and humour. I have reviewed this poem separately link here, in a different edition.But the optimism does not last long. With the next poem, "Men" the reader is back to youth, entrapment, fear and oppression,"... The hurt begins,Wrench out a Smile that slides aroundthe fear ..."And we are also back to the dislocation of words.The final two poems in this section speak of early love, memory and regret.The readers may wonder whether perhaps the middle section will become more optimistic, but no. It starts with "Junkie Monkey Reel", a dark description of a drug addict; with raw painful images. "The Lesson" continues the theme about the selfishness and ultimate self-destruction of drug addiction,"Rotting flesh and worms doNot convince me againstThe challenge. The yearsAnd cold defeat live deep inLines along my face.They dull my eyes, yetI keep on dying,Because I love to live." The next poem, "California Prodigal", is perhaps the most difficult in the collection. A description of the California landscape using metaphor and personification of the rugged natural formations, a description of an old adobe house up in the mountains; a quiet, peaceful place to conjure up a sense of loss and abandonment,"Flush on inner cottage walls Antiquitous faces,Used to the gelid breathOf old manors, glare disdainfully Over breached time.Around and through these Cold phantasmatalities, He walks,"But the poem ends on an optimistic note describing the sunlit poppy fields,"...Each day isFulminant, exploding brightly""My Arkansas" is also a dark poem, referring back to Angelou's childhood, and the racism prevalent at that time. The poem is full of symbolism such as the moss which represents the "old crimes" of Arkansas, spoiling the poplar trees on which it grows. Many aspects of nature are used here as symbols for events. For instance, red universally symbolises danger, whereas a sunrise is usually an indication of hope. Yet with, "dusk no more shadowsthan the noon The past is brighter yet" the reader wonders how strong the hope really is. Will the new dawn for Arkansas ever come? The memories remain, festering,"It writhes. It writhes in awfulWaves of brooding."The next poem provides glimpses, vivid shapshots of a city, always with a dark feel."Lady Luncheon Club" is simpler; direct and ironic. It recalls every impassioned after-dinner speech the reader may have encountered, and the trivialities of the "chattering classes" who may be in attendance,"He sighs for youthful deathAnd rape at ten, and murder ofThe soul stretched over long.Our woman notes:(This coffee’s much too strong.)"The poem has humour, but it is a grim twisted humour.The next, "Momma Welfare Roll", is also bitter. Angelou often writes about women who have few life choices left. In this one, a mother is forced to accept government assistance, to go "on welfare". She is described as courageous and defiant,"Her jowls shiver in accusationOf crimes cliched by Repetition ..."..."Too fat to whoreToo mad to work"..."They don't give me welfare.I take it.""The Singer Will Not Sing" is probably meant for Angelou's friend, the singer, Abbey Lincoln, since it was written at a time when the singer was not producing much, and this is what is described,"Sounds do not lift beyondthose reddened walls.""Willie" is a hauntingly beautiful and sad poem, about a lonely tramp,"Solitude was the climate in his headEmptiness was the partner in his bed,Pain echoed in the steps of his tread,"..."I may cry and I will die,But my spirit is the soul of every spring,"..."I'm the rustle in the autumn leaves."It is clearly an allegory, and a very positive, uplifting one. Willie is crippled, yet after he dies he will live on in many different ways. This is my personal favourite."To Beat The Child Was Bad Enough" is an emotional description of a new birth, as it must feel to the child,"Hunger, new hands, strange voices,Its cry came natural, tearing.""Woman Work", lists the mundane chores of a woman who stays at home to mother her children. It has a strong rhyme scheme, an almost singing tone in its forceful rhythms and chants. The theme of women's vitality here is similar to that of "Phenomenal Woman", and its positivity will appeal to readers to whom this lifestyle feels familiar. The end indicates the world outside, a world of peace and contentment, and an "other" aspect of the world that the working woman of the poem craves, and feels she deserves, "Fall gently, snowflakesCover me with whiteCold icy kisses andLet me rest tonight.Sun, rain, curving skyMountain, oceans, leaf and stoneStar shine, moon glowYou're all that I can call my own."It is followed by the very popular poem, one which begs to be said aloud, "One More Round","There ain't no pay beneath the sunAs sweet as rest when a job's well done."The strong metre and rhythm echo the plantation songs, the work and protest songs from earlier eras, and the theme is against oppression and past slavery,"And now I'll tell you my Golden Rule,I was born to work but I ain't no muleI was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave."The final three poems in the middle section deal with the racial injustices of the past, the poverty of Maya Angelou's Arkansas childhood, the drudgery of life working in the cotton rows and the sugar cane,"And all my days are dying."The third section start with the masterpiece "Still I Rise", and straightaway there are the vociferous accusations from an oppressed race, the injustice of misrepresentation which is in the very written record, "You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise."It is a proud and defiant statement,"You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise."There is a hopeful determination to rise above difficulty and discouragement, a determination to be strong and resiliant, referring back again to the earlier times of slavery,"Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise"Ending with a timeless and triumphant dream, a determined declaration,"Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise." The next, "Ain't That Bad?" is a rare jocular poem to encourage Black Pride, using "bad" in the street vernacular, to convey positive connections with Black culture and mores,"Dressing in purples and pinks and greensExotic as rum and cokes,"conjures up an image of street cred, the strength and pride in being Black and observing the customs and community,"An' ain't we BlackAn' ain't we fine?""Life doesn't frighten me at all" continues the positive, more upbeat and defiant feeling, as does "Bump d'Bump". "On Aging" continues the provocation with skill and sensitivity, with instantly recognisable thoughts for those to whom it applies,"Don't think I need your chattering.I'm listening to myself."Plus there is an acceptance of fate and time, a resolution, and a quirky sense of humour,"But aint' I lucky I can still breathe in."There is a brief return to the themes of nature and love, the progress of life, and two poems which are a commitment to Maya Angelou's faith in her Christian God, with a refrain,"Let me humbly say,Thank You for this dayI want to thank You." This collection of poems is a very personal collection. Maya Angelou's experience of life could hardly be much more different from my own. So how do they make me feel as a white person? Do I feel guilty for the crimes of my ancestors? No. I feel outraged, angry, and deeply saddened. But it is Maya Angelou's skill as a poet which makes me feel I have far more in common with her, as a fellow human from a totally different culture, with totally different experiences, than I have with anyone involved with the centuries of oppression and mistreatment of black people in the past.Maya Angelou speaks out and gives a voice to all black people, all people (especially women) who have ever been oppressed, and all her ancestors. With her indomitable spirit, she speaks out for the poor, the disenfranchised, the deprived, and the handicapped. She addresses both the basic human spirit, and social issues. The poems cover a wide range of topics, including themes here of painful loss, sexual awakening, sensuality, self-acceptance, aging, the home, the importance of family, love, loneliness, drug addiction, Christian salvation, Springtime, social injustice, continuing discrimination, Southern racism, the struggles of slavery, segregation, sexism, the nature of women, rape and abuse, and perhaps most passionately, the strength of women's voices. Maya Angelou is concerned with survival, the right to a personal identity. She is darkly defiant, black, angry and bitter, wryly comical, wise and hopeful, self-assured and ultimately encouraging and resilient. She thinks life can be beautiful and full of joy, but that we all have a long way to go yet. The poems are a triumph. "I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise." Here is a list of all the poem in And Still I Rise:1. Touch Me, Life, Not SoftlyA Kind of Love, Some SayCountry LoverRemembranceWhere We Belong, a DuetPhenomenal WomanMenRefusalJust For a Time2. TravellingJunkie Monkey ReelThe LessonCalifornia ProdigalMy ArkansasThrought the Inner City to the SuburbsLady Lucheon ClubMomma Welfare RollThe Singer Will not SingWillieTo Beat the Child was Bad EnoughWoman WorkOne More RoundThe TravellerKinThe Memory3. And Still I RiseStill I RiseAin't That Bad?Life Doesn't Frighten MeBump d'BumpOn AgingIn RetrospectJust Like JobCall Letters: Mrs V.B.Thank You, Lord

  • Jean Menzies
    2018-10-19 18:28

    I assumed I would enjoy this one and I assumed correctly.This is my first foray into Angelou's poetry (other than listening to random snippets) but I have read the first of her autobiographies 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings'. I adored the rythm of her poems, they slipped so naturally from the tongue and her choice of words was fascinating, it really had me chewing on each on certain words and phrases, rolling them around in my head. There were lots of themes of love, lust, sex, the body, racism and slavery. One of my favourite poems was 'Caged Bird' but I particularly enjoyed the first part of the collection, which is divided into four parts in total. I didn't connect to the couple of poems with religious overtones, unsurprisingly, or the poem 'Health Food Diner', which was essentially an ode to meat (and I'm a vegetarian). But overall spectacular stuff.

  • Leah Craig
    2018-11-09 10:43

    Wishing so badly I was in DC today to hear these poems read at the Women's March. Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.

  • Kelly
    2018-11-10 15:27

    And Still I RiseYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.

  • Flaminia
    2018-10-24 16:30

    Wow, just wow!I didn't actually read the poem, I listened to an actress reading it during a show and fell in love with it... it is power, it is confidence, it is hope, this could easily be a chant in a revolt or in a march... loved it

  • Eleni (OverThePlace)
    2018-10-27 13:24

    Short poems about being black and a woman. My favorites were: Woman WorkOne More RoundAin't that Bad?Life doesn't Frighten MeCall Letters: Mrs. V.B.Caged Bird Weekend GloryAnd of course 'Still I Rise'.......Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops,Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard?'Cause I laugh like I got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surprise?That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history's shameI rise.Up from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I riseI rise.

  • Kerry Taylor
    2018-11-16 17:52

    I love this book and author, due to the fact I find her very inspirational.In this book holds the key to my strengthn not Phenomenal Woman, which I find an amazing poem, and one of my favourites. And Still I rise, is an amazing example, of how life goes on. I am held, back, I struggle and still I continue, and this should be the motto for each and every woman out there, AND STILL I RISE

  • Olivia
    2018-11-11 18:41

    This was the first full book of poetry I read. I was in the fifth grade, and wrote a book report on it. When I decided to read it again, the language came back to me before I had even opened the book. Perhaps it was the connection with my own past but the poems made me cry. Even ones that were not sad, or even joyful. The language itself was enough. I have my favorites. Of course there is Phenomenal Woman and Still I Rise, but I also love Country Lover and Refusal. Some of the poems I would like to revisit whenever I am feeling weak. Perhaps I will have to make this a permanent resident on my night stand (as in the floor of my room. I don't have a night stand.)

  • Ryan Wilkey
    2018-11-17 11:50

    I really liked this book of poetry. I loved the alliteration in verses, the empowerment of Black culture, and women culture. I liked the no-holding-back attitude that Angelou always writes in. It was honestly a very powerful, and moving collection of poems.My favorites in And Still I Rise:"Where We Belong, A Duet""Phenomenal Woman""Willie""The Traveler""The Memory""Still I Rise"

  • Kimberly
    2018-10-20 12:24

    It’s a blessing to hear your mother read aloud. I’m so glad I can hear her voice, and hear her sing. It’s like honey to the soul!

  • sage
    2018-10-20 15:31

    4.5/5 starshighlights: Where We Belong - a Duet, Phenomenal Woman, The Lesson, Woman Work, Still I Rise, Ain’t That Bad?, Bump d’Bump.

  • Maria
    2018-10-30 17:22

    Review to follow.

  • Alice Rachel
    2018-10-29 14:22

    Beautiful!

  • Gabe G.
    2018-11-11 16:51

    Gud

  • Windee
    2018-10-20 11:46

    I can’t believe I hadn’t read this book yet. This was a quick read via Audible. While the book would be easy for anyone to read – listening to Maya narrate on Audible is the way to go.

  • Huda AbuKhoti
    2018-10-31 13:52

    You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.

  • Selma
    2018-11-17 11:23

    first time I have read anything by Maya Angelou; and it won't be the last!I really enjoyed the experience; some poems left me shaking (some king of love; they say in particular) others made me so excited and set my soul on fire. and just a few I didn't really get. over all my favourite part in the 3 rd one. the poems I liked most were (in no order): some kind of love they say; still I rise; phenomenal woman; on aging; country lover; one mor round (it gave me the chills!)

  • Claire
    2018-10-20 15:43

    This is such a vibrant collection, so full of the joy and liveliness that is characteristic of Maya Angelou's writing. And Still I Rise is my favourite poem - bold, sensuous, wry, and powerful, it conveys the extraordinary personality behind this delightful little book. The poems are all striking individually, but fit together to create a beautiful tapestry of what it means to be alive.

  • Monica
    2018-10-24 10:33

    What a wonderful collection of poems! I just love this woman, such an inspiration. Anything she wrote manages to give me a good vibe and gives me hope.

  • ❤Marie Gentilcore
    2018-10-28 17:50

    I enjoyed this short book of poems by Maya Angelou. I don't read much poetry but I could feel the beauty in these words.

  • Kate
    2018-10-29 18:27

    I didn't read this right - to me, poetry should be read over and slowly, to digest it and savor it. I read this straight through in two sittings, but even so, there were some inspiring poems that stuck with me.

  • Meredith Lowry
    2018-10-25 11:46

    Maya Angelou's "And Still I Rise" is an impactful, call-to-action poem that discusses a woman speaking up for herself, other living blacks, and even black ancestors. The speaker in the poem addresses those ("you") who have mistreated and oppressed her, claiming, "And still I rise." This poem is a reminder for students that there will always be those who do not respect you, and throw hurtful words your way, but you can rise to the occasion and be triumphant. Maya Angelou was a very significant woman who stood up for her rights and for others rights, and as teachers, we have the responsibility to teach our students that they can be empowered to do the same things for themselves and for others.I would use this poem as a mentor text, and have students use it to model the creation of their own poetry - poetry that details someone who has done them wrong, and how they have responded. I want my future classroom to be a respectful, inviting environment where my students feel safe and encouraged to write about personal and emotional experiences in their daily lives. Poetry is a way that I might be able to get some students to open up more, and feel more comfortable with me and with their classmates.

  • Aimee
    2018-10-19 13:50

    A lovely collection of some of Maya Angelou's poems, including the titular Still I Rise, which is one of my favourites. One to revisit time and time again, I expect.

  • Kate
    2018-11-04 13:40

    Great poetry read by Maya Angelou herself. <3

  • Derryn
    2018-11-05 14:36

    You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me down in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

  • Rosie Ellen
    2018-11-12 18:37

    Glorious. The whole collection was wonderful but the poem And Still I Rise is a real stand out moment of perfect beauty.

  • Julie
    2018-11-18 16:36

    I received this book as a beautiful gift from my son & his partner who share my love of Maya Angelou's writing. I will treasure it and immerse myself over & over in her lyrical, rich and powerful words of both grace & courage.

  • Lily
    2018-11-04 16:44

    The only thing better than reading beautiful poetry, is listening to the author read it to me.

  • Yara Hossam
    2018-11-15 13:40

    One of my favorites. I remember reading it with my best friend in one of our visits to Abdeen Palace museums. We were sitting in the museums' garden after an exam and I recited this poem. We talked about Nirvana moments and about our writings.

  • Nin
    2018-11-09 13:43

    It has been a while since I read poetry and had to keep reminding myself to slow down to take in the depth. For me all of the poems were good but "Still I Rise" and "Thank You, Lord" stood out with especially uplifting messages.