Reading poetry has always been a favorite pastime (and some of us like to quote them). Not that I could memorize the lot of them (except a few favorites and even then I could barely do it without aplomb) but it was more in the moment of reading when I feel it pierce the shutters of my mind, in that last passage or two when words rush through like a blast on the face to destroy me.
I had thought of words to say about Maya Angelou's poetry but somehow it got lost somewhere between my throat and teeth leaving me hitching my breath in its raw poignant tones. Long minutes later, I could attempt to begin again.
The book is a collection of poems from four volumes of her work published years before. Some favorites like "Remembering" and "To a Husband" are from Just Give me a Cool Drink of Water 'fore I Diie and Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well, which explores themes of anguished love, nostalgia and tenderness. "They Went Home" just left me undone like its last word.