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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
INAUGRATION DAY POEMS from North Carolina Poets: Lenard Moore
Lenard Moore's new book of poetry, A TEMPLE LOOMING, was featured in a December post on this blog. http://ncpoetlaureate.blogspot.com/2008/12/templ
Sunday Reader: The Raleigh News & Observer Published: Jan 25, 2009 06:17 AM Modified: Jan 25, 2009 08:07 AM
Letterpoem, November 4, 2008
By Lenard D. Moore
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It was in boyhood that I first listened to my maternal grandfather speak wisdom while I stood attentive in my mother and father's front yard. He also spoke wisdom while working in his garden. My grandfather told me how he had worked for 50 cents a day. In short, he didn't have much opportunity in a segregated world, nor was he allowed to vote. Therefore, I thought it was only fitting for me to address this poem to my grandfather. I wanted to express my jubilation about this new era in American history, this time when we have elected Barack Obama as the first African-American president of the United States of America. On Tuesday, I watched Obama's inauguration on television, knowing my grandfather smiles from heaven, nodding.
Did you see the star
eleven and a half years ago?
I know you hadn't heard about the new nova
illuminating the global landscape.
I write to tell you that I don't know what
to say at this moment when a black man
has risen like a flag into the sky.
He's just been elected the President
of this country where your grandfather slaved.
I remember you telling me
before I became a teenaged boy,
just how tough it was in Hoover days
when you plowed fields,
dug septic holes, graves, drainage lines,
carpentered houses with your hands.
All day rain didn't stop voters from voting.
I know you would be a century now.
I am a half-century old, seeing
the dream walk across the stage this fall night.
Lenard D. Moore, the first African-American president of the Haiku Society of America, is the author of "A Temple Looming." Learn more about Moore at wordtechweb.com/moore.html .
I've lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina since 1968, though I'm a native of SW Georgia. My paternal grandmother was born in the Blue Ridge, and I grew up wanting to live here. Where I am.
I've published five collections of poetry, the most recent 4 being with LSU Press, and have published poetry in magazines ranging from The Atlantic Monthly to Appalachian Heritage. But I also hike, bang pots and pans around in my kitchen, and love several dogs who leave fur all over my carpets. I write poetry because it's my way of singing back to the world both within and without.