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Dedicated to the daughter she never had but sees all around her, Letter to My Daughter reveals Maya Angelou’s path to living well and living a life with meaning. Here in short spellbinding essays are glimpses of the tumultuous life that taught Angelou lessons in compassion and fortitude: how she was brought up by her indomitable grandmother in segregated Arkansas, taken in at thirteen by her more worldly and less religious mother, and grew to be an awkward six-foot-tall teenager whose first experience of loveless sex paradoxically left her with her greatest gift, a son.

Whether she is recalling lost friends such as Coretta Scott King and Ossie Davis, extolling honesty, decrying vulgarity, explaining why becoming a Christian is a “lifelong endeavor,” or simply singing the praises of a meal of red rice, Maya Angelou writes from the heart to millions of women she considers her extended family.

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我

是个黑女人

颀长如柏

健壮

超越一切定义

蔑视地点

时间

与环境

受攻击

无动于衷

坚不可摧

看着

我并重获新生

（出自《我是个黑女人》，William Morrow& Co. 出版公司）

极乐只在于探寻过程本身。

一个人无须将所知全盘托出，但是应确保自己所说的都是真相。

我常常需要自己去面对之前茫然无觉的遭遇，因为已不再有人能够为我规划前路。于是常有这样的闪念：我是谁，或用哈姆雷特的话来讲，“谁在那儿？”思索的过程本身比过程重要。

不过你可以这样想，如果人们开始避开你，你会有更多时间去思考或者从事一些高水准的研究，寻找治疗那些真正困扰你的物事的办法。

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

书籍介绍

Dedicated to the daughter she never had but sees all around her, Letter to My Daughter reveals Maya Angelou’s path to living well and living a life with meaning. Here in short spellbinding essays are glimpses of the tumultuous life that taught Angelou lessons in compassion and fortitude: how she was brought up by her indomitable grandmother in segregated Arkansas, taken in at thirteen by her more worldly and less religious mother, and grew to be an awkward six-foot-tall teenager whose first experience of loveless sex paradoxically left her with her greatest gift, a son.

Whether she is recalling lost friends such as Coretta Scott King and Ossie Davis, extolling honesty, decrying vulgarity, explaining why becoming a Christian is a “lifelong endeavor,” or simply singing the praises of a meal of red rice, Maya Angelou writes from the heart to millions of women she considers her extended family.