Because of your dauntless work on behalf of…us - us ninety-nine percenters plus one, Our Republic, there’s a bead of sanity making its way through…Us.
You’ve lost sleep, family and other personal time for Us. For this Nation. I have learned history, assimilated current events and understood news relative to historical context. I’ve amassed an almost academic knowledge of how to view current events through historic perspective.
I never cottoned to history until your letters. History was never offered as a gift to me, it was offered in an almost obelisk, impersonal, formidable and monolithic manner.
Until your letters, I never understood I had permission to understand politics without being a politician or a scholar.
You’ve almost single handedly homogenized the concept of historical context. You’ve made history a friend.
HCR, May I call you captain today? Thank you for posting this exquisite photo, and thank you to whomever took it -- could it have been you, Heather? Its quietness is stirred by the reflection on the water with the treetops pointing to the sky. I relish the picture's whisper of life in the cold and wish to call you captain for your quiet determination through a sea of questions.
I Have a Rendezvous With Life
Countee Cullen - 1903-1946
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it's better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere
I keep Life's rendezvous.
Born on May 30, 1903, in New York City, Countee Cullen was one of the most important voices of the Harlem Renaissance
My greatest thanks this year, I offer to you.
Because of your dauntless work on behalf of…us - us ninety-nine percenters plus one, Our Republic, there’s a bead of sanity making its way through…Us.
You’ve lost sleep, family and other personal time for Us. For this Nation. I have learned history, assimilated current events and understood news relative to historical context. I’ve amassed an almost academic knowledge of how to view current events through historic perspective.
I never cottoned to history until your letters. History was never offered as a gift to me, it was offered in an almost obelisk, impersonal, formidable and monolithic manner.
Until your letters, I never understood I had permission to understand politics without being a politician or a scholar.
You’ve almost single handedly homogenized the concept of historical context. You’ve made history a friend.
Thank you. Humbly, I thank you.
Patty
HCR, May I call you captain today? Thank you for posting this exquisite photo, and thank you to whomever took it -- could it have been you, Heather? Its quietness is stirred by the reflection on the water with the treetops pointing to the sky. I relish the picture's whisper of life in the cold and wish to call you captain for your quiet determination through a sea of questions.
I Have a Rendezvous With Life
Countee Cullen - 1903-1946
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it's better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere
I keep Life's rendezvous.
Born on May 30, 1903, in New York City, Countee Cullen was one of the most important voices of the Harlem Renaissance