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On the Pulse of Morning(清晨的脉搏)

On  the Pulse of Morning
by Maya Angelou
  Delivered January 19,  1993 at the Inauguration of President Clinton
覃学岚 译
  A Rock, A River, A  Tree
  Hosts to species  long since departed,
  Marked the  mastodon,
  The dinosaur, who  left dried 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
  Facedown in  ignorance,
  Your mouths  spilling words
  Armed for slaughter.
  The Rock cries out  to us today,
  You may stand upon  me;
  But do not hide  your face.
  Across the wall of  the world,
  A River sings a  beautiful song. It says,
  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 the Rock  were one.
  Before cynicism  was a bloody sear across your brow
  And when you yet  knew you still knew nothing.
  The River sang 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, the  Native American, the Sioux
  The Catholic, the  Muslim, the French, the Greek,
  The Irish, the  Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik,
  The Gay, the  Straight, the Preacher,
  The privileged,  the homeless, the Teacher.
  They hear. They  all hear
  The speaking of  the Tree.
  They hear the  first and last of every Tree
  Speak to humankind  today.
  Come to me,
  Here beside the  River.
  Plant yourself  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,  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  Arab, the Swede,
  The German, the  Eskimo, the Scot,
  The Italian, the  Hungarian, the Pole,
  You the Ashanti,  the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
  Sold, stolen,  arriving on a nightmare
  Praying for a  dream.
  Here, root  yourselves beside me.
  I am that 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,  but if faced
  With courage, need  not be lived again.
  Lift up your eyes
  Upon this 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 a new  beginning.
  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  and upon me,
  The Rock, the  River, the Tree, you 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,
  And into your  brother's face,
  Your country,
  And say simply
  Very simply
  With hope --
  Good morning.
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