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Indlæser... Mother: A Cradle to Hold Meaf Maya Angelou
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. This by far is not one of my favorite poems by Maya Angelou. I would say, "Average" suits it. On top of that, this is more of a gift book. A lot of cream colored pages that are blank. Print on one side and not the other. 9.95 for the book of 9 pages of poetry. And if I remember correctly...This poem was in her collected pieces. Don't buy unless you are buying as a gift on mothers day. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
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Poet, writer, performer, teacher, and director Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas, and then moved to San Francisco. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, she has also written a cookbook, Hallelujah! The Welcome Table; five poetry collections, including I Shall Not Be Moved and Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing?; and the celebrated poems “On the Pulse of Morning,” which she read at the inauguration of President William Jefferson Clinton, and “Amazing Peace,” which she read at the lighting of the National Christmas Tree in Washington, D.C., in December 2005. No library descriptions found. |
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Poem reflects the demanding need of baby and child for mother. While baby is one part of mother's life; mother is everything; all of life to baby. Child doesn't like mother leaving her/him but learns mother returns. This reciprocity defines the love and trust between mother and child.
All necessary for child to develop confidence and independence. But...before long the between child adult soon questions, condescends, and rebels against mother. In years, with maturity the child now adult is again filled with wonder, love, gratitude and respect for mother.
Beautiful and moving.