The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

by Maya Angelou

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Maya Angelou is a strong woman who cares about the rights of other women.
When was the poem itself first published?
Beautiful piece of poetry. I am inspired.
The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. Lovely. Emotions flow in the veins of the poetess so lucid like poetry.
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