The bottom line on Maya Angelou is that she’s symptomatic of what’s wrong with modern poetry in general. It’s controlled by an overly cerebral, politically correct academic establishment. It serves as a meta-comment on what poetry is supposed to be, rather than standing on its own as an art form. And it anoints a select few, like Angelou, to serve as bland ambassadors for something that really shouldn’t have ambassadors. Poetry may be in trouble as an art form, but trotting out the likes of Maya Angelou to grimly bear the cross doesn’t help matters.