There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

(C) Maya Angelou
01/13/2019


Best Poems of Maya Angelou

• Recovery
• When I Think About Myself
• Million Man March Poem
• Song For The Old Ones
• Harlem Hopscotch
• In All Ways A Woman
• Men
• Kin
• They Went Home
• Still I Rise
• Caged Bird
• On Aging
• Old Folks Laugh
• The Black Family Pledge
• Pickin Em Up And Layin Em Down
• The Traveller
• These Yet To Be United States
• Passing Time
• The Lesson
• A Brave And Startling Truth