Friday, January 22, 2010

Poetry - A new interest

Never cared much for poetry. I think I'm too dense at to get know...REALLY get it. They way the author intended. I still have my doubts, but I realized the other day, like any other piece of good art, it's a gift to be enjoyed individually and interpreted individually. So, I just read those stinking words and interpret them any ol' way I want to! So there! However, even before I started reading more and more, I always liked this one.

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,

It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Here's one.

So was my other gram. Unbelievably so. I miss her. Incredibly glad there are many other Phenomenal Women in my life.


Jan said...

Oh, Sam, I love you so.