3 poems of Maya Angelou

A Conceit

Give me your hand.

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

~Maya Angelou

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Tears

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
of a worn-through soul.

Moans
Deep swan song
Blur farewell
of a dying dream.

~Maya Angelou

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Is Love

Midwives and winding sheets
know birthing is hard
and dying is mean
and living's a trail in between.

Why do we journey, muttering
like rumors among stars?
Is a dimension lost?
Is it love?

~ Maya Angelou