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• 3. “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou
• 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.
• Does my sassiness upset you?
• Why are you beset with gloom?
• ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
• Pumping 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 mines
• Diggin’ 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 shame
• 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.
• 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.3. “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou
• 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.
• Does my sassiness upset you?
• Why are you beset with gloom?
• ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
• Pumping 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 mines
• Diggin’ 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 shame
• 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.
• 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.
• Love After Love
• The time will come
• when, with elation
• you will greet yourself arriving
• at your own door, in your own mirror
• and each will smile at the other's welcome,
• and say, sit here. Eat.
• You will love again the stranger who was your self.
• Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
• to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
• all your life, whom you ignored
• for another, who knows you by heart.
• Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
• the photographs, the desperate notes,
• peel your own image from the mirror.
• Sit. Feast on your life.
• Love After Love
• The time will come
• when, with elation
• you will greet yourself arriving
• at your own door, in your own mirror
• and each will smile at the other's welcome,
• and say, sit here. Eat.
• You will love again the stranger who was your self.
• Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
• to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
• all your life, whom you ignored
• for another, who knows you by heart.
• Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
• the photographs, the desperate notes,
• peel your own image from the mirror.
• Sit. Feast on your life.
• “Remember” by Christina Georgina Rossetti
• Remember me when I am gone away,
• Gone far away into the silent land;
• When you can no more hold me by the hand,
• Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
• Remember me when no more day by day
• You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
• Only remember me; you understand
• It will be late to counsel then or pray.
• Yet if you should forget me for a while
• And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
• For if the darkness and corruption leave
• A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
• Better by far you should forget and smile
• Than that you should remember and be sad.“Remember” by Christina Georgina Rossetti
• Remember me when I am gone away,
• Gone far away into the silent land;
• When you can no more hold me by the hand,
• Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
• Remember me when no more day by day
• You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
• Only remember me; you understand
• It will be late to counsel then or pray.
• Yet if you should forget me for a while
• And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
• For if the darkness and corruption leave
• A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
• Better by far you should forget and smile
• Than that you should remember and be sad.
• "Still I Rise" represents the speaker's bold challenge in the face of oppression, suggesting that she is a black woman. This oppressor hopes to see her body and spirit "broken" yet she still faces challenges and wants to continue victory above.
• No matter how hard he tries, his dignity and strength are beyond the reach of society.
• In this context, this poem has a clear and special resonance with black Americans. In a broader sense, this poem is a firm affirmation of the dignity of marginalized people and an insistence on their final and inevitable victory in violence and hatred.
• Although racist society believes that the value of black people's lives and bodies is lower than that of other people, the announcer herself is strongly opposed to this idea. The speaker affirmed her humanity and linked her body to symbols of value, such as "oil well", "gold mine" and "diamond". These comparisons implicitly criticize racist and sexist assumptions of beauty and power as being linked only to whiteness and masculinity, respectively. Instead, the poem becomes an ode to black femininity.
• Lover Afther Love é um poema de amor incomum que se concentra em amar a si mesmo, o eu interior, após o término de um relacionamento. Seu tema principal é tornar-se completo novamente por meio do auto-reconhecimento, que é um método terapêutico que atua por meio do convite à autoconsciência.
• Estar em um relacionamento amoroso pode ser uma experiência maravilhosamente emocionante. Aprender a amar outra pessoa pode levar a uma rara realização, mas quando as coisas não dão certo, quando o amor morre, algumas pessoas podem ficar arrasadas quando o relacionamento termina, por qualquer motivo.
• Lover Afther Love is an unusual love poem that focuses on loving yourself, the inner self, after the end of a relationship. Being in a loving relationship can be a wonderfully exciting experience. Learning to love another person can lead to rare fulfillment, but when things go wrong, when love dies, some people can be devastated when the relationship ends, for whatever reason.
• Love After Love gives the reader a direct message: Don't worry, you will be able to love yourself again. After dedicating yourself so much to the relationship, doing things for the other person, expressing selfless love, it is natural that you feel incapable.Lover Afther Love is an unusual love poem that focuses on loving yourself, the inner self, after the end of a relationship. Being in a loving relationship can be a wonderfully exciting experience. Learning to love another person can lead to rare fulfillment, but when things go wrong, when love dies, some people can be devastated when the relationship ends, for whatever reason.
• Love After Love gives the reader a direct message: Don't worry, you will be able to love yourself again. After dedicating yourself so much to the relationship, doing things for the other person, expressing selfless love, it is natural that you feel incapable.
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