Men Comments

This poem is beautiful and if others cannot see the raw feelings being exposed then they do nit understand. Not only the feelings of the poet but rather the deeper meaning behind it too. This is life, face is in words, only then you will be able face and understand it in the real world.

If one has nothing good to say, then one is beat say nothing at all.

I would not appreciate the content there is a tinge of bias I feel... by the way, what made you to look at men? Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pauses, Their shoulders high like the Breasts of a young girl,

Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. a very fine poem. tony

One day they hold you in the Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you Were the last raw egg in the world. poetic images. tony

Such a powerful poem

Exceptionally well-written and powerful poem. Angelou cannot be matched for raw talent and ability to write from the soul.

no need of a key to this powerful poem

Interesting poem capturing, i believe, her experience dealing with men. Because not all men squeeze until the female shatters or explodes. Definitely something to think about. As always, Maya delivers.

I think that the poem is about her life and about her because the poem says life doesn’t frighten me so the poem is about her because in her life she had ups and downs like her childhood and her stepfather and her fame which inspires people.

such a lovely great poem.........great 10++

A meandering poem, admittedly about her changing attitudes to men walking past the window. She is right, 'No keys exist'.

Too many words and clauses about the subject She is another hugely overrated poet.

The uncontrollable boiling rage of desire and love within an adolescent girl neatly scribbled to unleash the bursting feelings within her. The pain of being caged in a house smashing her yearn of robbing shoulders with the men she sees through her window forces her to shade her tears in writings like all scholars do.

There are Men and Men. I had been 15 too, but entirely another world. My beloved Mum was always keeping me in her eyesight. I understand the world of the great poetess when she was 15 years of age. So eerie it seems. Most touching poetry I ever read and this poem haunts me in a certain way. I must admit most exciting. Congrats!

Maybe, there is more when she walks outt the door. This is an exemplar for all aspiring poets.

The subject is obvious, its about being assaulted, in the beginning her feelings were those of youthful interest, she had an ideal of what men where, then when she came into contact with one, that illusion was horribly shattered and she saw right through the veneer. A good example to use for the me to age.

The perceptions of a young girl of 15 about men and the horrible changes in it due to the experiences given by some of them subsequently have been boldly and forcefully narrated. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.

it's too bad to many of us men act like idiots, and too many of us never grow up or grow out of the indiscretions (or worse) of our youth. -gk

A poem that observes the nature of the beast?