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A Friend Stopped By | 05/12/2009 4:00 pm

A Commencement Address, by Maya Angelou

The acclaimed poet offers words of wisdom and inspiration to the class of 2009.
By Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou/Image: Brian Lanker

Editor’s Note: Maya Angelou is a poet, writer, performer, teacher and director. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, she is the author of five collections of poetry. In light of Dr. Angelou’s speaking engagement to the graduating class at Kean University, we would like to share this inspirational piece. This poem appears in Dr. Angelou’s most recent book Letter to My Daughter.

Commencement Address

And now the work begins
And now the joy begins
Now the years of preparation
Of tedious study and
Exciting learning
are explained.

The jumble of words and
Tangle of great and small ideas
Begin to take order and
This morning you can see
A small portion of the large
Plan of your futures.

Your hours of application,
The hopes of your parents,
And the labor of your instructors
Have all brought this moment
Into your hands.

Today, you are princesses and princes
Of the morning.
Ladies and Lords of the summer
You have shown the most
Remarkable of all virtues
For today as you sit
Wrapped in earned robes,
Literally or figuratively,
I see you filled with courage.
For although you might all
Be bright, intellectually astute,
You have had to use courage
To arrive at this moment.
You may be,

As you are often described,
Privileged, which of course means
Wealthy, or you have been born into an ongoing struggle with need.
In either case, you have had to develop
An outstanding courage to
Invent this moment.

Of all your attributes, youth,
Beauty, wit, kindness, mercy,
Courage is your greatest
Achievement,
For you, without it, can practice no other
Virtue with consistency.

And now that you have shown
That you are capable of manufacturing
That most wondrous virtue,

You must be asking yourselves,

What you will do with it.
Be assured that question
Is in the minds of your
Elders, your parents, and strangers
Who do not know your names.
Your fellow students who
Next year, or in the years to come
Will sit, robed, and capped
Where you sit today,
And will ask the question
What will you do?
There is an African adage

Which fits your situation.

It is, "The trouble for the
Thief is not how to steal the Chief’s
Bugle, but where to play it."

Are you prepared to work
To make this country, our country
More than it is today?

For that is the job to be done.
That is the reason you have
Worked hard, your sacrifices
Of energy and time,
The monies of your parents
Or of government have been paid
So that you can transform your
Country and your world.

Look beyond your tasseled caps
And you will see injustice.
At the end of your fingertips
You will find cruelties,
Irrational hate, bedrock sorrow
And terrifying loneliness.
There is your work.

Make a difference
Use this degree which you
Have earned to increase
Virtue in your world.

Your people, all people,
Are hoping that you are
The ones to do so.

The order is large,
The need immense.
But you can take heart.
For you know that you
Have already shown courage.
And keep in mind
One person, with good purpose,
can, constitute the majority.
Since life is our most precious gift
And since it is given to us to live but once,
Let us so live that we will not regret
Years of uselessness and inertia

You will be surprised that in time
The days of single-minded research
And the nights of crippling, cramming
Will be forgotten.

You will be surprised that these years of
Sleepless nights and months of uneasy
Days will be rolled into
An altering event called the
"Good old days." And you will not
Be able to visit them even with an invitation
Since that is so you must face your presence.
You are prepared
Go out and transform your world

Welcome to your graduation.

Congratulations

63 Reader Comments (so far…) Sign In or Register to comment

deber B

She is a  unique individual.   Many years ago I literally found no value in her work.   However, today, I  believe she has an inspirational message valuable to our young people.   Amazing how one’s thought processes change through the years as we seek that different message at a particular moment  in our lives. 

Inspire, Maya!

By deber B on 05/12/2009 4:16 pm
Frannie Em
Maya Angelou’s wisdom cuts across the ages.  To me she is a national treasure and we are lucky to have her.  Her temperament is calm, steady wise and always reveals a truth.  Her words reveal her humanity in deep and simple terms, and it lessens the distance between us all.
By Frannie Em on 05/12/2009 4:37 pm
Helen O'Reilly

I don’t get Maya Angelou, and this is not a poem; it’s a paragraph broken up into short lines of text.

The Empress is naked.

By Helen O'Reilly on 05/12/2009 4:27 pm
Mary Utrup
I honestly can’t tell you what form of poetry it is, but it is poetry. Maya Angelou is a remarkable woman who took a very broken life and rebuilt it to something truly outstanding. She is a person who bears out the reality that if you actually make up your mind to improve yourself and your life you can do it. It takes serious ongoing commitment, but it can be done.
By Mary Utrup on 05/12/2009 8:20 pm
Serena .

Helen, if you think that all poetry must rhyme to be poetry, you know nothing about poetry.

By Serena . on 05/13/2009 5:01 am
georgia fatwood

Hello Serena, Maya Angelou is arguably one of our national treasures, don’t you think? I don’t have the creds nor the inclination to take on "the nature of poetry" or "what is poetry/art"..etc…..but I kinda think I know it when I hear it..operative word: HEARING, because, if nothing else, I know it is made to be heard……and, some days, it’s the turn of phrase from a small grandchild or a friend on wow, or the comment behind me in the grocery line….

I heard a poet once say that he called himself "a writer"..because he felt that "poet" was a "gift word"…something other people give you…(ah-h-h..weird semantics .. ) My parents read to us a lot…mostly poetry…and I’ve inherited from them a large collection…rhymes and no rhymes…not a lot that is contemporary…but, hey..there’s google…

In reading this poem…couple notions occur to me…"One person, with good purpose" / "increase virtue in your world"…That reminds me of the Change The World thread that was here in the beginning/early wow…remember that? A virtuous thread if there ever was one that was a bit of a beacon… Then the "irrational/bedrock sorrow/terrifying"…etc…..that is more and more evident in this little microcosm of larger society…..It seems that if one insists on loathing both the message AND the messenger,the style AND the substance, it might be best to leave it alone…Know what I mean?

By georgia fatwood on 05/13/2009 10:23 am
Helen O'Reilly

Who said anything about rhyme?

But an image or two would be nice, some rhythm a bonus.

Don’t make assumptions.

By Helen O'Reilly on 05/13/2009 11:11 am
Serena .
I see images in Maya’s work … this one included … and the rhythm patterns of free verse are not as easily measured as they are in metric verse . . . this is, in part, why it is called free verse.
By Serena . on 05/13/2009 12:18 pm
Helen O'Reilly
Hey, if you’re happy …
By Helen O'Reilly on 05/13/2009 12:24 pm
georgia fatwood

A Little Broken Paragraph For A Windy Day

I don’t get Maya Angelou.

Full Stop.

I shoulda quit right there and then.

Full Stop.

While I might have been ahead.

Full Stop. 

But no.

So.

Now the Empress is naked.

I fear and I feel.

The Duchess is sleeping.

Asleep at the …..(fill in the blank/ verse…..) 

 

By georgia fatwood on 05/13/2009 10:50 am
Helen O'Reilly

I see I struck a nerve.

I thought I had a right to my opinion.

Your verse is better than that of the Naked Empress, anyway.

By Helen O'Reilly on 05/13/2009 11:09 am
georgia fatwood
Well, Helen…you do have a right to your opinion. And, yep…you did strike a nerve and, as it turns out, it was my last nerve to be struck….as in, "last goat to be gotten….." Time was when few here used that modus operandi and there was an ABUNDANCE of well-modulated, well-reasoned, civil discourse. Funny these days how such recent memory has become "the good old days"….Deliberate, provocative language must work fine in  the anonymous world of the net…but I’m more interested in what is fit to say with friends at the kitchen table…or even a stranger in the grocery line….Sigh…..I’ll be on the veranda brushin’ mah hair…..Good Luck with the Cyber Roller Derby….got shinguards?
By georgia fatwood on 05/13/2009 12:06 pm
Helen O'Reilly

Thank you for noticing that my post was "deliberate and provocative." I don’t believe either of those is a bad thing; both of them are good for writing poetry.

However, I was curt and brusque as well, and you are correct in pointing out that when I was curt and brusque, I could not know how it would strike (aggressive word, that) other readers, some of whom, like yourself, had only one nerve left to be struck. I apologize for striking it.

Please note, I was not unmodulated, unreasoned, or uncivil. And I applaud your preference for the kitchen table guest talk; however, this is the big world, not the kitchen table. I understand you wouldn’t invite me to yours, but I’m here with you in the big world.

By Helen O'Reilly on 05/13/2009 12:22 pm
EKA -

My, My, a thoughtful, provocative exchange on WOW ! Good thing the poem wasn’t about Obama

Thank you ladies ;-) 

By EKA - on 05/14/2009 9:26 am
M J

Helen, I think you have some things to learn:

http://www.creativity-portal.com/bc/bruce.price/rules-poetry.html

TOES in a bottle
dreams in a purse
only fools make rules
for verse

© 2007 Bruce Deitrick Price

 

By M J on 05/13/2009 11:40 am