Angelou - I Shall Not Be Moved
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Gather Together in My Name
The Heart of a Woman
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water fore I Diiie
Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well
Singin and Swingin and Gettin Merry Like Christmas
Shaker, Why Dont You Sing?
All Gods Children Need Traveling Shoes
On the Pulse of Morning
Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now
The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou
Phenomenal Woman
A Brave and Startling Truth Copyright 1990 by Maya Angelou All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Angelou, Maya.
I shall not be moved / by Maya Angelou.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-80207-1
I. Title.
PS 3551. N 464I17 1990
811.54dc20 89-43550 Random House website address: http://www.randomhouse.com/ v3.1 VIVIAN BAXTER
MILDRED GARRIS TUTTLE
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Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived as true profundity, and others claim they really live the real reality. The variety of our skin tones can confuse, bemuse, delight, brown and pink and beige and purple, tan and blue and white. Ive sailed upon the seven seas and stopped in every land, Ive seen the wonders of the world, not yet one common man. I know ten thousand women called Jane and Mary Jane, but Ive not seen any two who really were the same. Mirror twins are different although their features jibe, and lovers think quite different thoughts while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China, we weep on Englands moors, and laugh and moan in Guinea, and thrive on Spanish shores. We seek success in Finland, are born and die in Maine. In minor ways we differ, in major were the same. I note the obvious differences between each sort and type, but we are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike. We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.
Old folks allow their bellies to jiggle like slow tamborines. The hollers rise up and spill over any way they want. When old folks laugh, they free the world. They turn slowly, slyly knowing the best and worst of remembering. Saliva glistens in the corners of their mouths, their heads wobble on brittle necks, but their laps are filled with memories.
Why do we journey, muttering like rumors among the stars? Is a dimension lost? Is it love?
At the clinic the nurses face was half pity and part pride. I was not glad for the news. Then I thought I heard you call, and I, running like water, headed for the railroad track. It was only the Baltimore and the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe. Small insignificancies.
When you, mustachioed, nutmeg-brown lotus, sit beside the Oberlin shoji. My thoughts are particular: of your light lips and hungry hands writing Tai Chi urgencies into my body. I leap, float, run to spring cool springs into your embrace. Then we match grace. This girl, neither feather nor fan, drifted and tossed. Power.
You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if Im just a shadow to you, could you ever understand? We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders, from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess youve heard me crying, and admit youve seen my tears. Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb in my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
He weighed sixty pounds more than his sons and one hundred pounds more than his wife. His neighbors knew he wouldnt take tea for the fever. The gents at the poolroom walked gently in his presence. So everyone used to wonder why, when his puny boss, a little white bag of bones and squinty eyes, when he frowned at Coleridge, sneered at the way Coleridge shifted a ton of canned goods from the east wall of the warehouse all the way to the west, when that skimpy piece of man-meat called Coleridge a sorry nigger, Coleridge kept his lips closed, sealed, jammed tight. Wouldnt raise his eyes, held his head at a slant, looking way off somewhere else. Everybody in the neighborhood wondered why Coleridge would come home, pull off his jacket, take off his shoes, and beat the water and the will out of his puny little family.
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