Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.
from About.com: Mark's Contemporary Literature Blog: Elizabeth Alexander's Inaugural Poem
also Houston Chronicle: Capturing a moment not soon forgotten
also The New York Times: Seeking Words to Move by Trusting Her Voice
also National Post: Elizabeth Alexander and the language of history
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