I thought that the inauguration hit all the right notes, and none more so than this amazing poem, beautifully delivered by Amanda Gorman. Watch it HERE.
“The Hill We Climb”
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast, we’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace and the norms and notions of what just is, isn’t always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it, somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect, we are striving to forge a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.
So we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another, we seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: that even as we grieved, we grew, even as we hurt, we hoped, that even as we tired, we tried, that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one should make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in in all of the bridges we’ve made.
That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it. That would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy, and this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can periodically be delayed, but it can never be permanently defeated.
In this truth, in this faith, we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us, this is the era of just redemption we feared in its inception we did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves, so while once we asked how can we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us.
We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free, we will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, our blunders become their burden. But one thing is certain: if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left, with every breath from my bronze, pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one, we will rise from the golden hills of the West, we will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution, we will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states, we will rise from the sunbaked South, we will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful, when the day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.
She was well coached to give this dramatic presentation...or she just spoke from the voice of Maya Angelou. What a beautiful and inspiring performance! And her words do give voice to the times.
I teared up when I saw Kamala Harris being sworn in - the sight of two women, two women of color in places and positions where for so long it has been almost exclusively white men was so powerful. And then, this poem, this amazing young woman . . . I cried. That was incredible.
And such a relief to wake up this morning and not have to be braced for some new horrible policy or hate-filled, incoherent diatribe!
Seen thus, it seems like a mere essay. But if you heard it on that day, that's when you heard the true power of poetry, this poem for hearing and not for reading. That's when you heard a masterpiece. And that's when tears of awe and joy started flowing.
Oh, it has to be read aloud (if only in one's head) to hear the internal rhymes and the dazzling alliterations. A new bardic tradition, with a debt to black preachers and rappers. Wonderful work!
It was incredibly moving, even for those of us not in your country. And what a force that girl seems to be. Loved how she stood out, in bright yellow and red!
I watched a livestream of the inauguration for the history of seeing Kamala Harris sworn-in as VP, breaking a barrier for so many people, and for the desperate need to see an actual adult, human being as President, and found, in addition to both those desires fulfilled, this gift of a poem from some one so young.
Thank you for posting the transcript.
Her delivery really added so much to the effect. She was magnificent. The poem was perfect for the occasion.
Spoken word poetry - perfectly written and recited by its creator - joy and hope!
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