"One Week Later in the Strange" by Elizabeth Alexander
Poem without Music
One week later in the strange
exhilaration after Lucille's death
our eyes were bright as we received instructions,
lined up with all we were supposed to do.
Now seers, now grace notes, now anchors, now tellers,
now keepers and spreaders, now wide open arms,
the cold wind of generational shift
blew all around us, stinging our cheeks,
awakening us to the open space
now everywhere surrounding.
"Crave Radiance" page 250
Poem with Music