![]() ![]() The authoritative record of NPR’s programming is the audio record. 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. This text may not be in its final form and may be updated or revised in the future. I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. She has led a turbulent life which has seen her. NPR transcripts are created on a rush deadline by an NPR contractor. Featured, Price: Low to High, Price: High to Low, A-Z, Z-A, Oldest to Newest, Newest to Oldest. Maya Angelou (1928-2014) is a poet, author, speaker and civil rights activist. Visit our website terms of use and permissions pages at for further information. SIEGEL: Maya Angelou died today at the age of 86.Ĭopyright © 2014 NPR. She wrote, listen to yourself, and in that quietude, you might hear the voice of God. Maya Angelou reading her poem "Still I Rise." The author's gift with words was apparent, even in less than 140 characters.īLOCK: Five days ago, Angelou tweeted one last time. Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the hope and the dream of the slave, and so I rise. Into a daybreak, miraculously clear, I rise. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size. Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Maya Angelou’s unforgettable collection of poetry lends its name to the documentary film about her life, And Still I Rise, as seen on PBS’s American Masters. Welding and swelling, I bear in the tide. Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou, You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance as if I have diamonds at the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame, I rise. You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like life, I'll rise. Just like moons and like suns with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I rise.ĭid 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? (Laughing) Don't take it awful hard just 'cause I laugh (laughing) as if I've got gold mines digging in my own backyard. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I'll rise.ĭoes my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Just 'cause I walk like I've got oil wells pumping in my living room. MAYA ANGELOU: You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies. And we're going to take a moment now to listen to one of Maya Angelou's best-known poems.
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