A Visual Representation of Maya Angelou’s Inaugural Poem “On the Pulse of Morning”

A Rock a river a tree hosts two species long since departed marked the Mastodon the dinosaur Who left dry tokens of their sojourn here on our planet Flora? Any broad alarm of their hastening doom is Lost in the gloom of dust and ages but today the Rock Cries out to us clearly forcefully come You may stand up on my back and face your distant destiny But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here you Created only a little lower than the angels have crouched too long in the bruising darkness Have lain too long Facedown in ignorance your mouths spilling words Armed Force Lata The rock Cries out to us today you may stand upon me, but do not hide your face Across the wall of the world a river sings a beautiful song it says come rest here by my side each of you a bordered country delicate and strangely made proud yet thrusting Perpetually under siege your armed Struggles for profit have left colours of Waste upon my shore currents of Debris upon my breast Yet today. I call you to my riverside if you will study war no more come clad in Peace And I will sing the songs of creator Gave to me when I and the tree and the rock were one Before cynicism was a Bloody Sia Across your brow and when you yet knew you still knew nothing the river sang and sings on There is a true yearning to respond to the singing River and the wise rock So say the Asian the hispanic the Jew the African the native American the Sioux the Catholic the Muslim the French the Greek the Irish the Rabbi the priest the sheik the gay the straight the preacher the Privileged the homeless the teacher they all hear the speaking of the tree They hear the first and last of every tree speak to humankind today come to me here beside the river Plant yourself beside the River each of you descendants of some tassone Traveller has been paid for You who gave me my first name you pony? apache Seneca you Cherokee nation who rested with me then forced on bloody feet? Left me to the employment of other seekers desperate for game Starving for go use a turk the arab the swede the German the eskimo the scots uz Ashanti the Yoruba the Crew bought sold stolen arriving on a nightmare praying for dream Here root yourselves beside me I am that tree planted by the River which will not be moved either Rock either River I the Tree I am yours your passages have been paid Lift up your faces you have a piercing need for this bright morning dawning for you history Despite its wrenching pain cannot be unlived But if faced with courage need not be lived again Lift up your eyes upon this day breaking for you. Give birth again to the dream women children men Take it into the palms of your hands molded into the shape of your most private need sculpted into the image of most public self Lifts up your heart each new hour holds new Chances for new beginnings Do not be wedded forever to fear Yoked eternally to brutishness the Horizon Leans forward Offering you space to place new steps of chains Here on the pulse of this fine day You may have the courage to look up and out and upon me the rock the river the tree Your country no less to midas than the mendicants. 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 sisters eyes and Into your brother’s face Your country and say simply very simply with hope Good morning

6 thoughts on “A Visual Representation of Maya Angelou’s Inaugural Poem “On the Pulse of Morning”

  1. I just sit with awe and humility, observing the power one woman, a black woman, can have with words that flow from Spirit. If a man or woman needs to look for an example, a mentor, a person who has gone before and paved the way, paid the price, you don't have to look any further than Maya Angelou

  2. " Right may not be profitable but it will satisfy your soul" these words has change my life. May your soul rest in perfect peace.

  3. I sit in silence, and stillness, and in the quiet of my spirit, I breathe deeply, how profound!.

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