Wales' national poet Gillian Clarke has written a poem marking Barack Obama's inauguration as US president | |
NEW YEAR, 2009Venus in the arc of the young moon
is a boat the arms of a bay,
the sky clear to infinity
but for the trailing gossamer
of a transatlantic plane.
The old year and the old era dead,
pushed burning out to sea
bearing the bones of heroes, tyrants,
ideologues, thieves and deceivers
in a smoke of burning money.
The dream is over. Glaciers will melt.
Seas will rise to swallow golden islands.
Somewhere a volcano may whelm a city,
earth shake its skin like an old horse,
a hurricane topple a town to rubble.
Yet tonight, under the cold beauty
of the moon and Venus, something like hope begins,
as if times can turn, the world change course,
as if truth can speak, good men come to power,
and words have meaning again.
Maybe black-hearted boys in love with death
won't blow themselves and us to smithereens.
Maybe guns will fall silent, the powerful
cease slaughtering the weak, the rich
will not gorge as the poor starve.
Hope spoke the word 'Yes', the word 'we', the word 'can',
and a thousand British teenagers at Poetry Live
rose to their feet in a single yell of joy -
black, white, Christian, Muslim, Jew,
faithful and faithless. We are all in this together.
Ie. gallwn ni. (Yes, we can)
Thanks for posting the poem. The other poem " Praise Song for the Day", by Elizabeth Alexander was written by invitation and read by her at Barack Obama's Presidential Inauguration.
ReplyDeleteAlexander's recital watched by x*million people all over the world was certainly a hair raising moment for so many who believed that day, that 'anything can be made, on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp'.
Do we still have the audacious hope??
- Dr Aiswarya Rao