Reading Amanda Gorman

Knowing not who is Amanda Gorman  

Knowing not a woman of 22 years old 

I started reading 'The Hill We Climb'. 

Before that I read Maya Angelou's 

' On The Pulse of Morning '  

Before that Frost's ' The Gift Outright'

And in between these poems 

I read the revolt of Allen Ginsberg's ' 

Go fuxx yourself with your atom bomb', 

Not a writing on inauguration. 

I could touch Gorman as much

As I went through the hill, in words

 Of Amanda, bridges.

O Amanda, why not bridges 

You mentioned as ones of the whole world

Yes I want to deduce like Frost  

You want to see the world in a grain

As good and bad equally 

 The past of the whole world. 

I could touch well enough Amanda's bridges 

Truly the rhetorics the alliteration 

Of Amanda are smooth like Yeats

 Even keeping the rap 

And hip hop style 

Of the present generation.

Here to be noted I am not describing 

Amanda's works 

Nor praising or criticising 

I only want to touch Gorman  

I only make bridges unlike Amanda 

 And like hers.

O Amanda, congratulate on

 When even being a woman of 22 

You can pronounce, ' breath 

 From my bronze- pounded chest '.

I feel proud of you and I want to be 

Proud more 

Thinking you will make bridges 

For the whole world 

In your next pronounce in poems

As you know; from yours also 

Can I know 'wounded world', 'wondrous one'!

Dear Amanda

When days will come 

You and I will launch a journey 

On an identical boat and will say : 

Before being an American be man 

Before inauguration of a president 

Make inauguration of humanity.