Shaker, Why Don't You Sing? [Large Print]

by Maya Angelou and Alex Brown

Book Overview

Tenderly, joyously, sometimes in sadness, sometimes in pain, Maya Angelou writes from the heart and celebrates life as only she has discovered it. In this moving volume of poetry, we hear the... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Large Print: Yes
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0394521447
• ISBN13: 9780394521442
• Release Date: February 1983
• Publisher: Random House (NY)
• Length: 44 Pages
• Weight: 0.51 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 5.8" x 8.5"

Customer Reviews

Occasionally light in heart, dark in spirit, other times bitter and at all times the prose describes

This collection of poetry is occasionally light in heart, dark in spirit, other times bitter and at all times the prose describes life. An example of the bitter and dark in spirit is "A Good Woman Feeling Bad" "The blues may be the life you've led Or midnight hours in An empty bed. But persecuting Blues I've known Could stalk Like tigers, break like bone, Pend like rope in A gallows tree, Make me curse My pedigree, Bitterness thick on A rankling tongue, A psalm to love that's Left unsung, Rivers heading north But ending South, Funeral music In a going-home mouth All riddles are blues, And all blues are sad, And I'm only mentioning Some blues I've had." This poem is typical of what appears in the book as it easily conjures of imagery of the situation and if you know the history of the black experience in America, then the imagery and references are even stronger. I enjoyed this book, reading some of the poems twice and getting deeper messages as I read them the second time.

Occasionally light in heart, dark in spirit, other times bitter and at all times the prose describes

This collection of poetry is occasionally light in heart, dark in spirit, other times bitter and at all times the prose describes life. An example of the bitter and dark in spirit is "A Good Woman Feeling Bad" "The blues may be the life you've led Or midnight hours in An empty bed. But persecuting Blues I've known Could stalk Like tigers, break like bone, Pend like rope in A gallows tree, Make me curse My pedigree, Bitterness thick on A rankling tongue, A psalm to love that's Left unsung, Rivers heading north But ending South, Funeral music In a going-home mouth All riddles are blues, And all blues are sad, And I'm only mentioning Some blues I've had." This poem is typical of what appears in the book as it easily conjures of imagery of the situation and if you know the history of the black experience in America, then the imagery and references are even stronger. I enjoyed this book, reading some of the poems twice and getting deeper messages as I read them the second time.