A couple lines from the Inaugural Poem, "Praise Song for the Day," written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander
remind me of the ten thousand recipes and language as sustenance in Alphabet Zoupe.
What do we choose to say next?
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All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
.
.
We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth,
whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
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.
... In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made,
any sentence begun.
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.
Thank you, Elizabeth,
for reminding me
for reminding me
of poetry.
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