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To me, lovely friend, you could never be old, because your beauty seems unchanged from the time I first saw your eyes. Three cold winters have shaken the leaves of three beautiful springs and autumns from the forests as I have watched the seasons pass: The sweet smell of three Aprils have been burned up in three hot Junes since I first saw your youthful beauty, which is still in its prime. Ah! But beauty moves forward continually, imperceptibly, like the hands of a clock. In the same way, your beauty, which seems unchanged to me, moves forward, deceiving my eyes. In consideration of that, listen, you unborn generations: the height of beauty was dead before you were born.

My take - This sonnet talks about time and friendship. "Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green." When he first saw him he seemed fresh and he still seems that way, the word green is supposed to refer to his youth. "..like a dial hand," I think this is referring to the clock's dial hand and how time can move slowly, and sometimes we don't even notice. He appreciates his friend's beauty and how things change.

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

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Still, I Rise is a poem about perseverance and injustices. Maya Angelou says that nothing can hold her back and she talks about her ability to rise up against challenges she has to deal with. Her attitude is strong and powerful. She wants to make sure that everyone hears her. "Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?" These questions are directed to the people that have tried to keep her down and she tells them that she doesn't care what they say, she'll keep going no matter what. I really like this poem because it is saying that your skin color, gender, etc doesn't matter and it shouldn't hold you back.

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Still, I Rise

1978

BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Chimamanda Adichie felt that reading all of those American books limited her view. It wasn’t until she read books written by African writers that she was able to get a new perspective. It's important to listen to people with different backgrounds, ethnicities, etc because everyone has a different life/story. She talks about how her own roommate believed that she didn’t know how to use a stove because she believed that she had lived a bad life and was unable to use one. She even says that she believed that the boy that worked for her family was unable to do anything. When she visited his family she saw the boy building something and that was when she realized that it didn't matter who you were or what your background is you can create anything you want.

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On the first day of my spring break, I went to the Getty Villa with my family. It was the first day in almost two months that we were able to spend a whole day together. The Getty Villa is a Greek and Roman museum. When we first got there I was surprised by how close it was to the beach. My favorite thing about the Getty Villa was the gardens. I really liked the flowers, they were all very pretty. After we walked around we went to the cafe and got something to drink. We were there for around two hours. I was honestly shocked because it felt very fast. The museum is free but we had to pay twenty dollars for parking. We were very hungry so we met up with my uncle and aunt and we went to a restaurant in Calamigos Ranch. It was a forty-minute drive but the food made it worth it. For the rest of my spring break, I stayed home and some of my family from Arizona came and they stayed with us for three days.