(CBS News) A great deal of prose was spoken at January's Presidential Inauguration, broken up by a moment of pure poetry, recited by a man who traveled a very long road to get there. Seth Doane has his story:
From "One Today":
For a poet - it's the most prominent platform imaginable. But before he performed
at President Obama's Second Inauguration, Richard Blanco practiced on the balcony of his home in Bethel, 온라인카지노
>He recited his poem "One Today" to a snowman his nephews had built in his backyard.
>"It helped me a lot in the sense of, when I was up there, I did think about the snowman," Blanco laughed.
>"One Today": Text of Richard Blanco's Inaugural poem
>He still doesn't know why the White House picked him to be the Inaugural
>"In some ways, I want to know; in some ways I want it to remain a mystery," Blanco said. "I don't want to be disillusioned. I have these romantic visions of, you know, President Obama and Michelle sitting around before bedtime and, one of them saying, 'We should get this guy up here for the Inaugural!'"
>On Inauguration Day, Blanco said, it was exhilarating . . . and terrifying.
>"There's a moment when the tension gets too thick, you just want to get it over with," Blanco said.
>When was that moment? "Right when the announced Kelly Clarkson -- I was like, 'C'mon, girl!'" Blanco said. [Clarkson sang just before Blanco took the stage.]
>"When I got to the podium, both the President and the Vice President stood up and very graciously shook my hand. That really also gave me a boost of confidence with the sense that they were almost ushering me, presenting me to America in a very sort of beautiful way."
>He was the fifth poet ever to read at a president's Inauguration, and he followed legends like Maya Angelou at President Clinton's inauguration . . . and Robert Frost at JFK's 1961 swearing-in.
>Blanco was the youngest, the first Latino, and the first openly-gay Inaugural poet. "I feel like I'm a reflection of the very contemporary America that we're living in," he said.
>He had just six weeks to come up with something. His once-serene existence in Maine became anything but, as he worked day and night to craft the perfect poem.
>"At first you're like, This is really nice; then the next morning you're like, I hate that poem," he said.