“Welcome home, Maya”: from a distance, Black poets greet Maya Angelou

Eléctrica in the Desert

 I. PRELUDE 

No hour is eternity, but each has its right to weep.
Zora Neale HurstonTheir Eyes Were Watching God    

ANGELOUHere was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish net.

Pulled it from around the waist of the world

and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes!

She called in her soul to come and see.

Zora Neale Hurston

99eedcd50649ec0b874ee5a01d000c4f Maya Angelou, about eight years old, 1936 / Stamps, Arkansas / Photographer unknown

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She might now her silken pinions try to rise from earth,

and sweep th’ expanse on high:

From Tithon’s bed now might Aurora rise,

while a pure stream of light o’erflows the skies.

Phillis Wheatley  Kidnapped at age 7 in West Africa, American slave, 1753–1784

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