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  • I heard Dr. Angelo in Washington and she read this poem and I was blown away, the speed in which she read it, the pauses, the raising and lowing of her voice, just swept me inot an image that was unexplainable. After that I have collected her books and try to find out shere she is speaking when I am in the US to see if I can grab the moment back where her words captured my heart. The closest I came was watching a big screen TV while she recited her poem for Presidient Clinton upon his inaugeration into the White House, and she never faltered in capturing my heart again with her words.

  • Could this be the result of the slave trade and a woman visitinng the grave of her master after his death, bearing white children for him upon his 0plantation and then having her say after he died about his technique of love-making (usually by raping). Her psoition ins society always leaves her thelower class and yet upon his death she stil recieves no restitution. Difficult to say in so shaort of a pen.

  • on He is more than a hero by Sappho, on May 11, 2004
    is this one of the surviving poems to Phoan, a love poem that is melancholy at the end because she realizes that she cannot have this sailor. or a more universal on the condiiton of manand the way he thinks. It opens up beautifully, like a lost lover in love, and ends on such a tragic note...the evolution of man might have been predicted here.

  • on Craven-Heart by Ada Cambridge, on May 11, 2004
    Ada has penned a sordid view of mankind here and is asking why she should these people (who I believe she means to be non-religious) and waste her day with people who friviously have nothing to say: gossip. Another impression is get from the poem is the converted and non-converted and where they stand in the narrative's eyes..non-converted would be wasteful to whittle the day away with, when there are many other things that can be done.