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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

✍ Maya Angelou
#MayaAnjelou #englishliterature #poem

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زن فوق‌العاده

زنان زیبا در شگفت اند راز من کجا پنهان شده
من جذاب یا مانند مانکن نیستم
اما هنگامی که به آن ها می گویم
فکر می کنند دروغ است
می گویم: رازم در امتداد بازوانم، در پهنای باسنم
 و در گام های بلندم است و در شکل لبانم
من یک زنم! فوق العاده
زنی فوق العاده!
من اینم!

به داخل اتاق می روم
به همان سردی که شما مردها می پسندید
در برابر مردی که ایستاده یا زانو زده
مردها در اطرافم جمع می شوند
مانند دسته ی زنبورهای عسل
می گویم: رازم آتش چشمانم است
و در درخشش دندان هایم و رقص کمرم، سرمستی پاهایم
من یک زنم! فوق العاده
زنی فوق العاده!
من اینم

مردها هم در حیرتند که چه چیزی در من می بینند
آن ها تلاش بسیار می کنند
ولی نمی توانند به راز درونم پی ببرند
آن گاه تلاش می کنم نشانشان دهم
باز هم می گویند که نمی بینند
می گویم: رازم در قوس کمرم، آفتاب لبخندم
شکاف سینه ام و ظرافت اندامم است
من یک زنم! فوق العاده
زنی فوق العاده!
من اینم

حالا می فهمی چرا هیچ وقت سر خم نمی کنم؟
داد نمی زنم؟ قیل و قال نمی کنم یا حتی بلند صحبت نمی کنم؟۱
وقتی مرا در حال عبور می بینید باید احساس غرور کنید
می گویم: رازم در تلق تلق پاشنه ام است و در پیچش موهایم
و در کف دستم و در نیازتان به توجهِ من
چون من یک زنم! فوق العاده
زنی فوق العاده!
این منم!!!

✍ مایا آنجلو
“برگردان: بهنود فرازمند”

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Analysis: 

💭Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman" is a celebration of self-acceptance and female empowerment. The poem rejects societal beauty standards and instead emphasizes the speaker's confidence and radiant individuality.

💭Angelou's lyrical language and rhythmic structure create a powerful declaration of self-worth. By repeating the phrase "phenomenal woman," Angelou asserts her presence and challenges traditional definitions of beauty. She highlights her physical attributes, such as her arms, hips, and gait, as sources of pride and strength.

💭The poem also explores the enigmatic allure of the speaker, which men admire but cannot fully comprehend. The speaker's "inner mystery" and "grace" suggest a depth and complexity beyond surface appearances.

💭"Phenomenal Woman" reflects the changing social landscape of the mid-20th century, where women were gaining greater autonomy and challenging societal norms. It resonates with the themes of self-empowerment and body positivity that remain relevant today. Unlike Angelou's earlier works, such as "On the Pulse of Morning," this poem lacks political undertones and focuses more on personal identity and celebration.

💭Phenomenal Woman' is a poem written by Maya Angelou that was first published in 1978. The poem explains how a woman's beauty is not defined by societal standards, but by her inner power and capacity to radiate confidence, joy, and care. The poem is a lyric poem written in free verse with a cool and confident tone.

#MayaAnjelua #analysis #englishliterature #poem

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Maya Angelou

born Marguerite Annie Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American memoirist, poet, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees. Angelou's series of seven autobiographies focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her life up to the age of 17 and brought her international recognition and acclaim.
#englishliterature #poet

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مایا اَنجلو

 (زادهٔ ۴ آوریل ۱۹۲۸ در سنت لوئیس میزوری - درگذشته ۲۸ می ۲۰۱۴) 
شاعر، خواننده، خاطره‌نویس، بازیگر و فعال حقوق مدنی اهل آمریکا بود. او هفت زندگی‌نامه از خود منتشر کرد، سه کتاب از مجموعه مقالات او چاپ شد، چندین کتاب شعر بیرون داد و با فهرستی از نمایشنامه‌ها، فیلم‌ها و نمایش‌های تلویزیونی که طی بیش از ۵۰ سال تألیف آنها به طول انجامیده بود، اعتبار خاصی کسب کرد. او چندین جوایز معتبر و بیش از ۵۰ مدرک افتخاری دریافت کرد. آنجلو بیشتر برای سری هفتگانه زندگینامه‌هایش شناخته شده‌است که بیشتر بر دوران کودکی و تجربیات اولیه او متمرکز است. اولین کتاب این سری «می‌دانم چرا پرنده درون قفس می‌خواند» (۱۹۶۹) از زندگی او تا سن ۱۷ سالگی می‌گوید و برای او تحسین و شهرت بین‌المللی به ارمغان آورد.

#ادبیات #نویسنده #ادبیاتانگلیسی #شعر

ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs,
ʏᴏᴜʀs  ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ:)

زندگی پر از ســورپـــرایـــزهـــ،
نوبت تو هم میرسه:)
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Making all things new-

🎧Aaron Espe

🎸I leave all the windows open
Let the light come through
Sunshine warm and golden
Morning making all things new
همه ى پنجره ها رو باز گذاشتم
نور به درون ميتابه
نور خورشيد گرم و طلايى
صبح همه چيز از نو شروع ميشه

🪕Home, where my heart is
Home, where my love lives
Home, my beginning and end
Home
خونه، همون جايى كه قلبم هست
خونه، جايى كه عشقم زندگى ميكنه
خونه، شروع و پايان من
خونه

🎸Look at all the colors
Wild, wonderful and true
Your breath light as a feather
Like little whispers in the room
به همه ى اين رنگها نگاه ميكنم
وحشى و فوق العاده و حقيقى
نفست مثل يه پر سبكه
مثل يه زمزمه تو اتاق

#متن_موزيك

May the New Year bring to you Warmth
of love and a light to guide
your path towards a positive destination.
нαppy ɴew yeαr!

آرزو میکنم ارمغان سال نو
گرما و نور عشق باشد
تا تو را به مقصدی عالی رهنمون گردد.
سـالــــ نـــؤ مــبـــارکـــــــ!
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нαρρу ησωяυz! ᵇᵉѕᵗ ʷᶤѕʰᵉѕ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ! 🕊

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Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

✍ Mary Elizabeth Frye

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بر مزار من با چشم گریان نایست

بر مزار من با چشم گریان نایست
من اینجا نیستم، بدین گور نخفته ام
من جنبشی در هزار باد وزنده ام
درخشش الماس بر برف نشسته بر زمینم
من روشنای خورشید، بر دانه های رسیده ام
و در باران ملایم پاییزی، بر زمین نشسته ام
آنگاه که تو در سکوت بامدادان، از خواب بیدار میشوی
من بسان پرواز دوّار پرندگان زیبا
هجومی از طراوت و تازگی بروز تو هستم
و چون ستاره ای آرام، بر شب تو
فروزان شده ام.
گریان بر مزار من نایست
من در این گور نخفته ام
من به خواب مرگ نیاسودم

#ادبیاتانگلیسی #شعر

💭Widely popular and variously attributed to different poets,  this poem has a soothing quality to it unmatched by other mourning pieces I have encountered.

#preciouspoems #englishliterature

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Analysis:

💭In this touching poem, ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’, by Mary Frye, she speaks of death in a welcoming tone. She offers words of comfort for those who would mourn for her at her passing, and she seems to welcome death not as the ending of a life, but as the beginning of another. Mary Frye’s poem, ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’, can be read in full here.

💭 Popularity of “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”: Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye, a not-so-popular American writer and poet, “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep” is a suggestive poetic piece.

💭 The poem revolves around the idea of death and the afterlife. It alludes to the idea that the soul lives on after death, and suggests that one should find comfort in their faith and belief in the afterlife. It, however, has gained popularity because of the factual description of the life cycle and more so because of its status as the only popular poem of Frye.

💭 “Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep” As a Representative of Hope: The poem is a comforting message to the readers, encouraging them not to grieve at the speaker’s grave but find solace in the natural world and the memories she has shared. The speaker tells the readers not to stand at her grave and weep but instead go out into the world and find the beauty and peace surrounding them. She assures the reader that she is not really gone as she is present in the wind, the flowers, and the birds. The poem ends where the speaker suggests that her spirit lives on and could be found in the beauty of the world.

💭 Major Themes in “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”: The afterlife, hope, comfort, and solace are the major themes of this poem. The poem speaks of the speaker’s death and the emotions that accompany it. The speaker tells the reader not to stand at her grave and weep, as she still exists in the natural world. She tries to comfort and reassure the readers, telling them that she will always be present in their memories and thoughts. Also, the poem touches upon the concept of the afterlife. It suggests that the speaker is still present and is watching over the readers even after death. Besides, the speaker attempts to comfort and reassure the readers that death is not the end and that the gone souls are still present in some way. This is how the poem suggests that death is a natural part of the cycle of life and that it is something that everyone must eventually face.

#anlysis #englishliterature

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

was a female American poet and florist. She is best known as the poet of the famous poem "Do not stand at my grave and weep." Widowed in 1964, Frye is survived by her daughter.