A Friend Stopped By | 05/12/2009 4:00 pm
A Commencement Address, by Maya Angelou

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























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DeBurca,
Please see my post to Helen below. Thanks.
"Shocked/’ Really? Ever read Gore Vidal? Or Norman Mailer?
I’d like to live in the town that would publish poetry in the local newspaper.
Interesting that a very few, rather blunt words, certainly not as lethal as they could have been, struck such a chord. The tenor of most of the disagreements with what I posted seems to be that I’m not being "nice," or "polite." I thought we were beyond the requirement that women should always be ladies; always be nice.
Dear abary52/twice……welcome to wow…I hope you come back and enjoy your stay….My mom and aunts and grannies and "all ‘em" said that,too….But, I gotta tell you..I also love that Teddy Roosevelt’s "little girl", Alice Roosevelt Longworth, (sort of a WashDC grande dame) had a needlepoint pillow on her drawing room divan that said in petit-point, "If you can’t say anything nice about anybody" (wait for it…) "sit right here next to me…" Seems that many folks took that to heart…at least around these parts….!
P.J. O’Rourke says that good manners consist of "doing precisely what everyone thinks should be done, especially when no one knows quite what that is…." And Samuel Clemens (who ever heard of a name like that?) said that "good breeding consists in concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person…." Words to live by….all…….
Come back soon…..
Helen,
Helen, whether or not you enjoy or find merit in the writings of Maya Angelou, I think it was uncalled for to refer to her as a "crap writer, and not much of a poet." I’m curious as to why you were not able to comment on Ms. Angelou’s poem without resorting to the crass language you used. It’s one thing to find fault with another writer’s style or content; it’s another to be uncivil when doing so. Perhaps, as a writer, you feel qualified to render your harsh review of Ms. Angelou’s body of work, and you may have the credentials and talent to back up your opinions. After reading the tenor of your comments about Ms. Angelou’s body of work, I would not be inclined, if given the opportunity, to read your poetry, however talented a writer you may be.
That’s as may be, phyllis, and thank you for clarifying. There is so much terrible "poetry" around, and much of it perpetrated by people who write just like Angelou, that whenever I see her or her dimestore claptrap, I feel she is the evil epicenter from which it all emanates, and I get annoyed.
I’m sure she is a very fine person, admirable, substantial. So are a lot of people, and some of them are better poets. How about Anne Waldman? No, she’s not a darling.
Didn’t mean to bitch you out. Sorry. I’ll go away now.
You were nice enough to ask when I was being bratty, which poets I revere.
I’ll list some here.
David Ignatow
Rita Dove
Elizabeth Bishop
Wallace Stevens
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Judith Steinberg
John Ashberry
Ted Berrigan
Adrienne Rich
Bill Williams
Sonia Sanchez
Helen, I don’t see all the ballyhoo about Anne Waldman and I am not alone. She is dynamic in her delivery. I say that to make a point. There are choices. I don’t agree about her assessment of dmestore claptrap and evil epicenter. I get annoyed.
"… I am not alone?" What am I, supposed to be scared?
Sorry you get annoyed; I know the feeling.
phyllis; thanks for your comment. As you can see, I’m a liar; I haven’t gone anywhere. At least I didn’t go far enought not to be baited back