Comment 20 of 21, added on October 16th, 2009 at 5:31 AM.

In many ways this kind of poetry resembles to romantic period.we can see
all elements based on view of maya angelou in this poem.
It's hard to say, this view point backs to realistic world.The narrater of
this poem is trying to fix the problems.
In another view she is trying to attack the world, which
destroys privacy. when she says "touching words" it can be
divided into two parts
1. humanity : basicly many problems come to exist .we do
not let people be free which means there are many
limitations in what you say and all thinking cabs must be formed based on
social attitudes, here's where change comes to everything.

2. nature : so most of people engage in daily typical life. they forget the
reality of life which is the most important element after all. a kind of
inspiration exist in beauty of nature when you back to it you can
understand the life.

another point is loss of love.
love would have a meaning if seperation happens.
sometimes saying goodbye is the best way to keep on love .
Maya trys to say that love is on our minds, not in phisycal life and you
can make love eternal by our minds.
refering to Maya thoughts.
people need to be together ."together we stand ,divided we fall" love may
be just an excuse to carry on, we can feel, we can stay by our hearts .

lost in this world
maya talks about a person who lost the soul . it means that
human forget spirit and try to make relation again .
sometimes we are just free from everything and we forget that the most
important factor of our life, is us.
we can say that she trys to make relation with herself and
find the missing part in her life.



sohrab from iran from Iran

Comment 18 of 21, added on May 17th, 2007 at 11:37 AM.

I tried to interpret what this poem means. Please feel free to critise.

Conceit is a state of a self based attitude (its all about me). I think
maya is saying that she wants to write a peom based on herself or her
personal feelings instead of other people, events and places. She feels a
need write about life though Maya's view rather than facts or truth about
reality.

Christine from St. Lucia, W. I.

Christine

Comment 16 of 21, added on March 9th, 2007 at 7:25 PM.

Did you like when you were tyler perry

zae from United States

Comment 14 of 21, added on April 23rd, 2006 at 5:11 PM.

May I take Your Hand

May I take your hand,
when I know the rage of
lines that are as dry and temperate
as my grandmother's cottons
on her line with no breeze
only the hot prairie sun parching
through the short of midday.
Or when lines are wet and desolate
with dark clouds rolling in
when sheets are whipped by the prairie wind
-- to witness the prairie day when it offers such a change
leaves you to wonder.
May I take your hand.

I wonder, I wonder if the old homestead
is still standing -- or has it been ploughed down
because of taxes unpaid.
Is the homestead still standing
empty, abandoned
with whatever treasures remained
antiques and the same sought for heirlooms
the value thought not by the bearer.
Empty and abandoned
is the homestead still standing
perhaps there is a webbed and dusty preserve
in the cellar wares.

May I take your hand and perchance,
perchance I may visit where my grandmother lays
the bush and the brine would need clearing away
with the unkempt small prairie town cementary grave
in the corner of the deserted plain where no-one remains.
May I take your hand and perchance,
perchance I may visit where my grandmother lays
and clear some of the bush and brine away
So I may read the monument --
is life as fleeting as those hyphened years?
The brine, the salty brine leaves streaks
down dusty cheeks of rage.
May I take your hand.


Terry-Lynn Johnson from Canada

Comment 12 of 21, added on March 1st, 2006 at 6:03 AM.

I really like this poem it was very beautiful and really
touching.

Toni from Armenia