"The
Rock Cries Out To Us Today"
By
Maya Angelou
1993
William Jefferson Clinton Inaugural Poem
A Rock, A
River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since
departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who
left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the
gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to
us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant
destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place
down here.
You, created only a little lower
than
The angels, have crouched too long
in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for
slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may
stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting
perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore,
currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my
riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will
sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody scar across your
brow
And when you yet knew you still
knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to
respond to
The singing
river and the wise rock.
So
say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The
African and Native American, the Sioux,
The
Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The
Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The
Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the
homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of
the tree.
Today, the first and last of every
tree
Speaks to
humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the
river.
Each of you, descendant of some
passed on
Traveler,
has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other
seekers--
Desperate for
gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on
a nightmare
Praying for a
dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the
river,
Which will not
be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the
tree
I am yours--your passages have
been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a
piercing need
For this bright
morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching
pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
with courage,
Need not be
lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking
for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your
hands.
Mold it into the shape of your
most
Private need.
Sculpt it into
The image of
your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new
beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear,
yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new
steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine
day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the
river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the
mendicant.
No less to you now than the
mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up
and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Vocabulary:
Define the following terms
taken from Maya Angelou’s poem and then use in a complete sentence with subject
and verb.
Figurative Language
Ms. Angelou creates strong,
startling images through the use of figurative language including metaphors and
similes. Identify what category of figurative and/or descriptive language
(i.e., metaphor, simile, etcetera) the following words or phrases taken from
the poem above are and then briefly state what characteristic, trait or image
comes to mind as a direct result.
Comprehension:
Drawing from your close
reading of Maya Angelou’s Presidential Inaugural Poem, answer the following
questions. Use specific, concrete details and references from the actual poem
coupled with your own personal observations to develop and support your
answers.