Out at Evergreen tonight, Maya Angelou who brought in the Clinton Years with one of the best poems written in my years.
And, down at OFS, Ralph Nader, of course, was many on the left’s go to blame guy in 2000. From the hope of 1993 to the finger pointing of 2000, just in a few miles.
From “On the Pulse of Morning:”
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply