Sitting at the Feet of Maya Angelou

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Gandhi is gone Gautama is gone Jesus and Mohammed so long ground into true believers’ meat I wouldn’t know them on the street And Socrates and Plato would speak in Greek But, right here and right now so close we almost touch I bask and revel in purest presence and direct transmission from this poetic patron saint Will my life and poems change? This is a woman who for years did not speak because her words could kill a man and now speaks words that can save him Will my life and poems change?

Poem arising from a Maya Angelou reading in Calgary, Alberta, with the author and his daughter Roberta in the front rows.

1 thoughts on “Sitting at the Feet of Maya Angelou”

  1. Ken Christopher

    Thanks for that poem today. And for introducing me to Maya. Her image reverberated, I hand encountered it somewhere and it had stuck.

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