Praise Song
Surviving Winter

Praise Song Redux

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 ligh

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.