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May 30, 2014 / CB

Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou

I had the good fortune to meet Maya Angelou once.  It was at a little book store in College Park, Md which no longer exists called Vertigo.  She was doing a signing, and what I remember more than anything was her voice.  It was gravelly and sweet, resonate and tremulous, like nothing I had ever heard before.  There was magic in her voice, and I’m sorry to see it go.  So, without further ado, here’s Ms. Angelou talking about and reading one of my favorite poems.  Still I Rise.


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