Here's the transcript to Alexander's Inaugural Poem. I'm still digesting it, like I feel most poets will do in the coming months.
"In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun./ On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light."
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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