Poetry Thursday

Go here to hear this poem read out loud (it is well worth the couple minutes).  The reader is this year’s winner of the Poetry Out Loud competition.  The finals were in DC on Tuesday night.

Frederick Douglass
Robert Hayden

When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this
and terrible thing, needful to man as air,
usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,
this man, superb in love and logic, this man
shall be remembered. Oh, not with statues’ rhetoric,
not with legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,
but with the lives grown out of his life, the lives
fleshing his dream of the beautiful, needful thing.

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2 Responses to Poetry Thursday

  1. nutmeggmama says:

    can you say goosebumps?

  2. Aunt Zona says:

    What a wonderful poem.

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