by Denise Levertov
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.
Oh Sara...So, I'm already a teary-eyed mess, but that just set me off. That is an undeniably perfect choice for this day.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
this day is definately a certain day :)
ReplyDeleteSo... I like this a lot better than the official poem of the day.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely and appropriate choice. What an amazing moment in the history of our country.
ReplyDeleteJackie, YES! With all due respect to Elizabeth Alexander, who's poem was good, this one is BETTER! Why didn't they consult SARA?
ReplyDeleteYes, yes. Thank you Sara!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It is one I would like to have etched on my mirror. Good choice.
ReplyDeleteOh, just right. I adore Denise Levertov.
ReplyDeleteSara,
ReplyDeleteHow perfect a poem for such a special day. It reads like it was especially written for Obama's inauguration.
Thanks.