I’m not a huge fan of poetry, maybe because it feels less accessible to me than other forms of writing. But I love Poetry Fridays, because the aficionados among us are teaching me how to crack them open. (For instance, Jeannine Atkins showed me How To Paint The Portrait of A Bird this morning. That poem sings to me, it surely does.)
Over time, I’ve accumulated a small collection of poems that resonate with me, for whatever reason. Here, Maya Angelou — one of my favorite authors — reads one of my all-time favorite poems, Still I Rise. Penned in 1978, it resonates in these difficult times like it was written just yesterday. The imagery is exquisite. The message? Universal, transcendant, triumphant.