Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Good Morning

This is one of my favorite poems. Reading it is nothing like hearing it.

I'll admit I don't totally get this poem. There's whole sections of it I don't really understand, which is why I like to hear the cadence of Maya Angelou's reading. When I read it I distract myself by trying to figure out every word. You'd think after fifteen years I would have made some progress - but I haven't worked on it that much. I love the last verse, though.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, and into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

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