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Comment 18 of 18, 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 17 of 18, added on March 9th, 2007 at 7:25 PM.
I am doing a speech on you that's why I am looking you up.can you send me a
comment on what i can write for my speech it has to be short. email me
back.
krystal from United States
Comment 16 of 18, added on March 9th, 2007 at 7:25 PM.
Did you like when you were tyler perry
zae from United States
Comment 15 of 18, added on May 4th, 2006 at 6:48 AM.
what is the significance between maya's poems and slavery.....what would be
the connection? please help i have to write a thesis for english and i
need to know...thanks alot
alex from United States
Comment 14 of 18, 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 13 of 18, added on April 1st, 2006 at 4:58 PM.
I oved Every aspect of this poem it had avery great message to us all
amanda
Comment 12 of 18, added on March 1st, 2006 at 6:03 AM.
I really like this poem it was very beautiful and really
touching.
Toni from Armenia
Comment 11 of 18, added on October 22nd, 2005 at 4:15 PM.
love your poems
kiani brown from United States
Comment 10 of 18, added on August 3rd, 2005 at 8:40 AM.
this is short, but beatiful. with a fulfilling meaning. someone emailed me
this poem and at first i didn't understand, but i do now.
sher from United States
Comment 9 of 18, added on July 9th, 2005 at 5:22 PM.
I LOVE AND I HOPE OTHERS WILL TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KIA from United States
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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