Poet-playwright-professor Elizabeth Alexander read Praise Song for the Day after President Obama was sworn into office. A few highlights:
We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
Was Ms. Alexander's praise-song too prosy? Or was the prose pitch-perfect? What say you?