Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation

For the record, David is far too modest to want this “People We Love” article by Peggy McGlone from Inside Jersey posted to the Dodge Blog. But we couldn’t resist.

Photo: Noah K. Murray/The Star-Ledger

In honor of this historic day, here is the text of Elizabeth Alexander’s inaugural poem, “Praise Song for the Day” for you to savor and revisit as often as you like:

Praise Song for the Day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thy self.”

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

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

Picture: Stephen Crowley/The New York Times

Transcription: CQ Transcriptions

We wholeheartedly applaud President-elect Obama’s decision to feature poet Elizabeth Alexander at his inauguration. Ms. Alexander, who teaches in the African-American Studies department at Yale University, participated in both the 2002 and the 2006 Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festivals.

This is only the fourth time in history that a president has featured a poet at his inaugural: John F. Kennedy invited Robert Frost in 1961, and Bill Clinton invited Maya Angelou in 1993 and Miller Williams in 1997.

To learn more about Elizabeth Alexander, you can visit her website.  Here is an interview with National Public Radio about the challenges of writing a poem for the inauguration. You can also listen to her read her poems “Washington Etude” and  “Autumn Passage.”

And if you wish to see poets performing their work, visit us on YouTube for videos from past Dodge Poetry Festivals.

Photo: CJ Gunther/The New York Times

You’ve seen some early photos from the installation of our three-story biowall. Now we have some exciting new photos to share (you can click on the images for a closer look).

The folks from Furbish Company will have to monitor the plants and the watering system closely in order to make sure the wall is thriving; some plants will inevitably fail and need to be replaced.

The first two are views from our reception area:

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Here’s an interesting piece of news: South Korea announced its “Green New Deal Job Creation Program” which pledges $38.1 billion to rejuvenate a sagging economy with environmental projects. South Korea hopes to create nearly a million new jobs through projects related to energy conservation, carbon reduction, recycling, and flood prevention, among others.

This makes us wonder what a Green New Deal would look like in our country. Any ideas?

Photo: A South Korean woman rides a bicycle along a road covered with fallen leaves in Nami, Chuncheon, South Korea (Agence France-Presse).