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Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer
Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer
Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer
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Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer

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Grace, dignity, and eloquence have long been hallmarks of Maya Angelou’s poetry. Her measured verses have stirred our souls, energized our minds, and healed our hearts. Whether offering hope in the darkest of nights or expressing sincere joy at the extraordinariness of the everyday, Maya Angelou has served as our common voice.

Celebrations is a collection of timely and timeless poems that are an integral part of the global fabric. Several works have become nearly as iconic as Angelou herself: the inspiring “On the Pulse of Morning,” read at President William Jefferson Clinton’s 1993 inauguration; the heartening “Amazing Peace,” presented at the 2005 lighting of the National Christmas Tree at the White House; “A Brave and Startling Truth,” which marked the fiftieth anniversary of the United Nations; and “Mother,” which beautifully honors the first woman in our lives. Angelou writes of celebrations public and private, a bar mitzvah wish to her nephew, a birthday greeting to Oprah Winfrey, and a memorial tribute to the late Luther Vandross and Barry White.

More than a writer, Angelou is a chronicler of history, an advocate for peace, and a champion for the planet, as well as a patriot, a mentor, and a friend. To be shared and cherished, the wisdom and poetry of Maya Angelou proves there is always cause for celebration.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherRandom House Publishing Group
Release dateSep 7, 2011
ISBN9780307777928
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou was one of the world's most important writers and activists. Born 4 April 1928, she lived and chronicled an extraordinary life: rising from poverty, violence and racism, she became a renowned author, memoirist, poet, playwright, civil rights' activist - working with Malcolm X and Martin Luther King. She wrote and performed a poem, 'On the Pulse of Morning', for President Clinton on his inauguration. She was given the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Obama and was honoured by more than seventy universities throughout the world. She first thrilled the world with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969). This was followed by six volumes of autobiography, the seventh and final volume, Mom & Me & Mom, published in 2013. She wrote three collections of essays; many volumes of poetry, including His Day is Done, a tribute to Nelson Mandela; and two cookbooks. She had a lifetime appointment as Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University of North Carolina. She died in 2014.

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    Celebrations - Maya Angelou

    ON THE PULSE

    OF MORNING

    A Rock, a River, a Tree,

    Hosts to species long since departed,

    Marked the mastodon.

    The dinosaur, who left dry tokens

    Of their sojourn here

    On our planet floor.

    Any broad alarm of their hastening doom

    Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

    But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,

    Come, you may stand upon my back

    And face your distant destiny,

    But seek no haven in my shadow.

    I will give you no hiding place down here.

    You, created only a little lower than

    The angels, have crouched too long in

    The bruising darkness,

    Have lain too long

    Face down in ignorance,

    Your mouths spilling words

    Armed for slaughter.

    The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,

    But do not hide your face.

    Across the wall of the world,

    A River sings a beautiful song,

    Come rest here by my side.

    Each of you a bordered country,

    Delicate and strangely made, proud,

    Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

    Your armed struggles for profit

    Have left collars of waste upon

    My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

    Yet, today I call you to my riverside,

    If you will study war no more. Come,

    Clad in peace, and I will sing the songs

    The Creator gave to me when I and the

    Tree and the stone were one.

    Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your

    Brow and when you yet knew you still

    Knew nothing.

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