We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
What I Learned from This Election
Once in a while, America is capable of taking a quantum leap forward toward fulfilling the promise of its founding. Sometimes, America surprises with a massive gesture toward goodness and decency and deeper fellow-feeling. Sometimes, the poetic words of our greatest President seem to re-echo in the American soul—
My poem " Phrasebook " has been published online in Ergon: Greek/American Arts and Letters .
Here's the poem I wrote and read for the student-organized International Day of Peace gathering in Bridge Square on Wednesday, Septembe...
The frontispiece from Countee Cullen's The Black Christ and Other Poems (1929). Illustration by Charles Cullen. Click to enlarge. On...
Two of my very brief essays were published online this summer. The first was the essay " Telephone ," which appeared in June in t...