His day is done,
Is done.
The news came on the wings of a wind
Reluctant to carry its burden.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done.
The news, expected and still unwelcome,
Reached us in the United States and suddenly
Our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened.
His day is done.
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We see you, South African people,
Standing speechless at the slamming
Of that final door
Through which no traveler returns.
Our spirits reach out to you:
Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.
We think of you
And your Son of Africa,
Your Father,
Your One More Wonder of the World.
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We send our souls to you
As you reflect upon
Your David armed with
A mere stone facing down
The Mighty Goliath.
Your man of strength, Gideon,
Emerging triumphant
Although born into the brutal embrace of Apartheid,
Scarred by the savage atmosphere of racism,
Unjustly imprisoned
In the bloody maws of South African dungeons.
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Would the man survive?
Could the man survive?
His answer strengthened men and women
Around the world.
In the Alamo in San Antonio, Texas,
On the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco,
In Chicago’s Loop,
In New Orleans’ Mardi Gras,
In New York City’s Times Square,
We watched as the hope of Africa sprang
Through the prison’s doors.
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His stupendous heart intact,
His gargantuan will
Hale and hearty.
He had not been crippled by brutes
Nor was his passion for the rights
Of human beings
Diminished by twenty-seven years of imprisonment.
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Even here in America
We felt the cool
Refreshing breeze of freedom
When Nelson Mandela took
The seat of the presidency
In his country
Where formerly he was not even allowed to vote.
We were enlarged by tears of pride
As we saw Nelson Mandela’s
Former prison guards
Invited, courteously, by him to watch
From the front rows
His inauguration.
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We saw him accept
The world’s award in Norway
With the grace and gratitude
Of Solon in Ancient Grecian courts
And the confidence of African Chiefs
From ancient royal stools.
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No sun outlasts its sunset
But will rise again
And bring the dawn.
Yes, Mandela’s day is done,
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Yet we, his inheritors,
Will open the gates wider
For reconciliation.
And we will respond
Generously to the cries
Of the Blacks and Whites,
Asians, Hispanics,
The poor who live piteously
On the floor of our planet.
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He has offered us understanding.
We will not withhold forgiveness
Even from those who do not ask.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done.
We confess it in tearful voices
Yet we lift our own to say:
Thank You.
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Thank You, Our Gideon.
Thank You, Our David.
Our great courageous man.
We will not forget you.
We will not dishonor you.
We will remember and be glad
That you lived among us
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That you taught us
And
That you loved us
All!
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To all the world’s citizens
,
who lost a friend
when President Nelson Mandela died
BY MAYA ANGELOU
AUTOBIOGRAPHIES
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Gather Together in My Name
Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas
The Heart of a Woman
All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes
A Song Flung Up to Heaven
Mom & Me & Mom
ESSAYS
Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now
Even the Stars Look Lonesome
Letter to My Daughter
POETRY
Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ’fore I Diiie
Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well
And Still I Rise
Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing?
I Shall Not Be Moved
On the Pulse of Morning
Phenomenal Woman
The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou
A Brave and Startling Truth
Amazing Peace
Mother
Celebrations
His Day Is Done
CHILDREN ’ S BOOKS
Poetry for Young People
My Painted House, My Friendly Chicken, and Me
Kofi and His