Powerful, strong and inspiring; Maya Angelou’s unique voice brought hope and truth to the world during her lifetime. HWP salutes this distinctive American poet, writer and activist during National Poetry Month, 2019.
Born April 4, 1928 in St. Louis, Missouri, Angelou’s career spanned more than fifty years. During this period, she published seven autobiographies, three volumes of essays, several books of poetry, plays, movies and television programs.
She was awarded more than fifty honorary degrees, numerous awards and the highest civilian honor in the United States, the Presidential Medal of Freedom; presented to her by President Barak Obama in 2011. In 1993, President Bill Clinton invited her to compose and read a poem for his inauguration. “On the Pulse of the Morning” was broadcast live around the world.
Her first book, “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” was published in 1970 and brought her to the attention of the country and the world. Writing of her childhood growing up as a black child in a small southern town through her young adult experiences during the early days of the Civil Right Movement to the birth of her first child, Angelou captured the hearts and the attention of people everywhere. Her earthy and common-sense ability to comment on life and personal dignity, especially reached women of every color and economic background.
HWP honors the gracious and talented woman who shared her vision of hope, love and respect to all peoples of the world. Ms. Angelou died on May 28, 2014 in Winston Salem, North Carolina.
Spring’s Hymn of Eternal Hope
SPRING! Poets, Optimists, Artists, Prophets, Romantics, Conservationists, Mothers, Souls, Fairies, Druids, Children & Fools all come together to praise the birth of all things living in this delightful season of awakening and forgiveness. We all dance to the rhythm of the warm wind together. For a moment our voices mingle in harmony with the birds. Worms, butterflies and bees glint in the sun like the lights on a stage. Our senses dazzle in the magic, the science, the eternity. The fragrant smell of photosynthesis and pollen intoxicate as we marvel that “Hope DOES Spring Eternal.” As we fall dizzy to the cool ,damp ground under a verdant tree; a tear of gratitude pools. We whisper ” shh We are not forsaken. Spring, she came again.” We fall asleep to the lullaby “Imagine” and a new season awakens to the poetry of John Lennon.
April is National Poetry Month & Earth Day is April 22, 2020. We Honor both The Earth and The Art of Poetry All Year at HWP!
photos and thoughts By Betsy Keese
Good Reads & Honest Reviews….
A look back on a novel that predicts our current fears of a Dystopian future…
By Suzanna Bridges
The idea of a dystopian future was not a frivolous idea of a simple-minded child, nor was it an imaginative concept of an elderly man on his death-bed; it was the collective imagination of a society during the beginning of both the social and industrial changes in the world, during the late 1800’s.
Many dismiss the fact of the disasters portrayed in a dystopian novel/poem, but there are some who delve into the literature, pulling out the many aspects of the idea itself, showing the dark, monstrous side of a “punk” future.
An example is Fahrenheit 451, written by Ray Bradbury in the 1950’s. It shows a future where firefighters are no longer a help to the world, but a feigning cause of fires and the burning of books. One must keep in mind this was written during a time where the burning of books was a cursed idea, practically banned. Protesting the events of World War II, Ray Bradbury wrote this book to show his discontent with book burning and the dystopian future he thought would come through.
Today, the world shows it is moving towards a future similar to Bradbury’s. A future where books are senseless, almost as the idea of the environment. The human mind is naturally selfish, just as the minds of the firefighters in Fahrenheit 451, so the idea of the world being completely demolished by the hands of humans is not entirely contrasting to what we are doing to our planet now.