Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Praise Song for the Day

Because I could not wait for the official transcript, with proper breaks, etc. as written by Elizabeth Alexander, I am posting this lovely inaugural poem as it was transcribed to Congressional Quarterly this morning. I'll update with the newer version once Ms. Alexander makes it available. The next version will be even better--the breaks say so much... but this is great for now.

I, for one, think this hit all the right notes. What do you think? Here it is:


Praise Song for the Day

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, 
catching each others’ 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 in 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 oil drum
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer consider 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 thy self.”

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, anything 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, delivered on January 20, 2009
at the inauguration of President Barack Obama 


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4 comments:

angela said...

Thank you Kirie - I am so glad you shared this poem.

Love, Mom

Irene Latham said...

It's a poem full of hope. Reminds me somehow of Jane Kenyon. Probably some of the more rural images celebrating hard work. Thanks for posting!

Paula said...

I really enjoyed hearing this poem. Thank you for posting a copy of the words for us all to enjoy again :)

Lydia said...

I loved the poem. By the time Elizabeth Alexander's delivery was finished I felt as if I lived the poem.

 
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