— Blake Boldt (@BlakeBoldt) December 14, 2015
— Richard Deitsch (@richarddeitsch) December 16, 2015
I was actually thinking about this very poem a few days ago, while writing a note to my friend Tony, who was the narrator of Darrell Grant’s Ruby Bridges Suite when my church performed it this past June. I don’t think there’s a public recording available of that movement (yet, anyway), but it is stirring stuff. I was thinking of Tony’s voice bringing the congregation to its feet as he read Grant’s adaptation of Angelou’s words (Angelou’s poem quoted here):
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
… Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
In the meantime, what is online is Connye Florance, singing as Ruby’s grandmother — “Hold My Hand“:
For the world, child, is not fair
Danger follows everywhere
Lift your eyes, child
You will see
God is watching
[I quote from more of the suite in this entry from that week. Tennis to poetry to church — it is all related.]