While I didn't think Elizabeth Alexander's poem sterling, I certainly didn't find all these harsh comments for it either.
Sometimes, and this was one of those days, I chose to not allow a misspoken word, a failed hairstyle, or a poem disturb my sense of pleasure to see a new administration in the White House.
And occasionally I think too much thinking, something I suffer from myself, ruins the feeling of living.
21.1.09
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For me, it was pretty average until it got close to the end. I'm not a poetry person, but just as I started to lose patience, the last few lines hit me hard---I had a lump in my throat.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was wonderful.
I loved the entire day and wish I wasn't just a nelly and would have gone to stand with the crowd to live history. o)
ReplyDeleteI just noticed this compilation about the poem:
ReplyDeleteNY Times Opinion Blog
Thanks for the link.
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