by Kateland Hudson
Maya Angelou was born on April 4, 1928 and she is still living and she is a poet writer a novel writer and more.she went to San Francisco`s Labor School and she study dance and drama. she dropped out at the age of 14 to become San Francisco`s First African American female cable car conductor. She later finished school and gave birth to her son.
In 1959, at the request of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Maya Angelou became the northern coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. Angelou has received several honors throughout her career, including two NAACP Image Awards in the outstanding literary work nonfiction category, in 2005 and 2009.
A Plagued Journey
There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless
woman in Pakistan.
Happy prints of
an invisible time are illumined.
My mouth agape
rejects the solid air and
lungs hold. The invader takes
seeps through the plaster walls.
It is at my chamber, entering
the keyhole, pushing
through the padding of the door.
I cannot scream. A bone
of fear clogs my throat.
It is upon me. It is
sunrise, with Hope
its arrogant rider.
My mind, formerly quiescent
in its snug encasement, is strained
to look upon their rapturous visages,
to let them enter even into me.
I am forced
outside myself to
mount the light and ride joined with Hope.
Through all the bright hours
I cling to expectation, until
darkness comes to reclaim me
as its own. Hope fades, day is gone
into its irredeemable place
and I am thrown back into the familiar
bonds of disconsolation.
Gloom crawls around
between my toes, at my ankles,
and it sucks the strands of my
hair. It forgives my heady
fling with Hope. I am
joined again into its
This poem is a narrative.
they meant by this poem is Somewhat forced to regain hope as the sun rises, but constantly fights to go back to gloom and “bonds of disconsolation” with the darkness An omnipresent sense of evil and darkness Angelou centers on the struggle of maintaining hope in hard times.
Simile- There were no simile's present in my poem.
Metaphor -There were no Metaphor`s present in my poem.
Personification- between my toes, at my ankles, and it sucks the strands of my hair.
Rhyming Words-do no have rhyming words
Onomatopeia-do not have onomatopeia words
Alliteration-do not have alliteration in my poem
Appeals to Sight-do not have no appeals to sight
Appeals to Touch-do not have no appeals to touch
Appeals to taste-do not have no appeals to taste
Appears to hearing-do not have no appeals to hearing
Appeals to smell-do not have no appeals to smell