Showing posts with label inauguration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inauguration. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

First Poet



[Note: the transcription of Ms. Alexander's poem is my own - I apologize for errors in format, capitalization, and punctuation -- AB]

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Praise Song for the Day

Each day we go about our business walking past each other,
Catching each other’s eyes, or not,
About to speak or speaking.

All about us is noise.
All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din,
Each one of our ancestors on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem,
Darning a hole on a uniform, patching a tire,
Repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere
With a pair of wooden spoons on an oildrum,
With cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

We encounter each other in words:
Words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
Words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will
Of someone and then others who said,
“I need to see what’s on the other side."

"I know there’s something better down the road."
"We need to find a place where we are safe."
"We walk into that which we cannot yet see."

Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
Who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,

Picked the cotton and the lettuce,
Built brick by brick the glittering edifices
They would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
The figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.

Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Others by “First, do no harm” or “Take no more than you need.”
What if the mightiest word is Love?

Love beyond marital, filial, national;
Love that casts a widening pool of light;
Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
Any thing can be made, any sentence begun
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp.

Praise song for walking forward in that light.

-- Elizabeth Alexander, for President Barack H. Obama, January 20, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Beautiful Now



This single frozen moment, beautiful now,
How long can it last?
Should spring come soon
These hopeful spines will sag,
Icy flesh will decompose,
Slurred shades of "Yes" will necessarily
Resolve into "Adieu,"
And other facets of this jeweled vision--

This plastic bottle's accidental gift--
Will be clear:

There are rooms and walls beyond this pane,
Solid surfaces on which this dream will melt,
Appliances and countertops financed
With the same hope:
Beautiful now, beautiful...now.

Maybe it's unfair of me, on such a day,
To pray so cynically;
To see the beauty of ice amid historic lows,
What does it show? Serenity?

We once looked backward over painful times
And saw the beauty of struggle
As the centerpiece of--framed blandly by--
Our present comfort;
Why should we, the gods of irony,
Choose any other way but to look out across the void
Through spectacles of Hope,
And celebrate the beautiful Now.