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.
From "Praise Song For the Day" by Elizabeth Alexander
The highlight of this beautiful inauguration - besides Sascha Obama taking photos of her Daddy with her little digital camera - was Elizabeth Alexander reading her magnificent poem written for the occasion, "Praise Song for the Day".
I was googling my head off as the inauguration ended trying to get the first link to the text so I could post it for you, but then I realized that despite my enthusiasm, I didn't have permission to do so and it would be wrong.
I had tears in my eyes all through it. I was pinching myself that a middle aged woman, an African American middle aged woman, was the Inaugural poet and that her poem, with its echoes of Whitman, was as extraordinary as I hoped it would be.
Here is a link to the poem from a site that does have permission.