Inaugural Poem

I loved the spare eloquence of the inaugural poem by Elizabeth Alexander. It seemed breathtaking to ask a zillion people listen to a simple poem about the sanctity and hope of the quotidian moment and how people had laboured and died for it. 

There wasn’t much comment on the poem in the popular press.  It was overshadowed by other things.  I printed it off the New York Times website and found I liked the poem even more on re-reading it.

It’s too bad we don’t have the time for more poetry.  Thinking about it, I was reminded of  a William Carlos Williams poem.   

It is difficult/to get the news from poetry/yet men die miserably every day/for lack of what is found there


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