{"product_id":"and-still-i-rise-isbn-9780394502526","title":"And Still I Rise","description":"\u003cb\u003eMaya Angelou’s unforgettable collection of poetry lends its name to the documentary film about her life, \u003ci\u003eAnd Still I Rise, \u003c\/i\u003eas seen on PBS’s \u003ci\u003eAmerican Masters\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.\u003cbr\u003e I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size\u003cbr\u003e But when I start to tell them,\u003cbr\u003e They think I’m telling lies.\u003cbr\u003e I say,\u003cbr\u003e It’s in the reach of my arms,\u003cbr\u003e The span of my hips,\u003cbr\u003e The stride of my step,\u003cbr\u003e The curl of my lips.\u003cbr\u003e I’m a woman\u003cbr\u003e Phenomenally.\u003cbr\u003e Phenomenal woman,\u003cbr\u003e That’s me.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Thus begins “Phenomenal Woman,” just one of the beloved poems collected here in Maya Angelou’s third book of verse. These poems are powerful, distinctive, and fresh—and, as always, full of the lifting rhythms of love and remembering. \u003ci\u003eAnd Still I Rise\u003c\/i\u003e is written from the heart, a celebration of life as only Maya Angelou has discovered it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It is true poetry she is writing,” M.F.K. Fisher has observed, “not just rhythm, the beat, rhymes. I find it very moving and at times beautiful. It has an innate purity about it, unquenchable dignity. . . . It is astounding, flabbergasting, to recognize it, in all the words I read every day and night . . . it gives me heart, to hear so clearly the caged bird singing and to understand her notes.”\u003cb\u003eMaya Angelou\u003c\/b\u003e was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including \u003ci\u003eI Know Why the Caged Bird Sings\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Heart of a Woman,\u003c\/i\u003e she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them \u003ci\u003ePhenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMother\u003c\/i\u003e. Maya Angelou died in 2014.Still I Rise\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e You may write me down in history\u003cbr\u003e With your bitter, twisted lies,\u003cbr\u003e You may trod me in the very dirt\u003cbr\u003e But still, like dust, I’ll rise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Does my sassiness upset you?\u003cbr\u003e Why are you beset with gloom?\u003cbr\u003e ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells\u003cbr\u003e Pumping in my living room.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Just like moons and like suns,\u003cbr\u003e With the certainty of tides,\u003cbr\u003e Just like hopes springing high,\u003cbr\u003e Still I’ll rise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Did you want to see me broken?\u003cbr\u003e Bowed head and lowered eyes?\u003cbr\u003e Shoulders falling down like teardrops,\u003cbr\u003e Weakened by my soulful cries.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Does my haughtiness offend you?\u003cbr\u003e Don’t you take it awful hard\u003cbr\u003e ’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines\u003cbr\u003e Diggin’ in my own back yard.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e You may shoot me with your words,\u003cbr\u003e You may cut me with your eyes,\u003cbr\u003e You may kill me with your hatefulness,\u003cbr\u003e But still, like air, I’ll rise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Does my sexiness upset you?\u003cbr\u003e Does it come as a surprise\u003cbr\u003e That I dance like I’ve got diamonds\u003cbr\u003e At the meeting of my thighs?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Out of the huts of history’s shame\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e Up from a past that’s rooted in pain\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,\u003cbr\u003e Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.\u003cbr\u003e Leaving behind nights of terror and fear\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,\u003cbr\u003e I am the dream and the hope of the slave.\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e I rise\u003cbr\u003e I rise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e A Kind of Love, Some Say\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Is it true the ribs can tell\u003cbr\u003e The kick of a beast from a\u003cbr\u003e Lover’s fist? The bruised\u003cbr\u003e Bones recorded well\u003cbr\u003e The sudden shock, the\u003cbr\u003e Hard impact. Then swollen lids,\u003cbr\u003e Sorry eyes, spoke not\u003cbr\u003e Of lost romance, but hurt.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Hate often is confused. Its\u003cbr\u003e Limits are in zones beyond itself. And\u003cbr\u003e Sadists will not learn that\u003cbr\u003e Love by nature, exacts a pain\u003cbr\u003e Unequalled on the rack.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Country Lover\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Funky blues\u003cbr\u003e Keen toed shoes\u003cbr\u003e High water pants\u003cbr\u003e Saddy night dance\u003cbr\u003e Red soda water\u003cbr\u003e and anybody’s daughter\u003cbr\u003e  ","brand":"Random House","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44886733127909,"sku":"NP9780394502526","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780394502526.jpg?v=1767721554","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/and-still-i-rise-isbn-9780394502526","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}