At the Spring Dawn
This bright, joyous setting of a poem by Angelina Grimké explores the feelings of being awakened by the dawn and the joy of being alive. "As a black lesbian woman in the early twentieth century, Grimké's successful publications and many contributions to social movements are truly remarkable." - HarvardSquareLibrary.org
I watched the dawn come, Watched the spring dawn come. And the red sun shouldered his way up Through the grey, through the blue, Through the lilac mists. The quiet of it! The goodness of it! And one bird awoke, sang, whirred, A blur of moving black against the sun, Sang again -afar off And I stretched my arms to the redness of the sun, Stretched to my fingertips, And I laughed. Ah! It is good to be alive, good to love, At the dawn, At the spring dawn.
This bright, joyous setting of a poem by Angelina Grimké explores the feelings of being awakened by the dawn and the joy of being alive. "As a black lesbian woman in the early twentieth century, Grimké's successful publications and many contributions to social movements are truly remarkable." - HarvardSquareLibrary.org