Amanda Gorman - Youngest Poet at Biden-Harris Inauguration

Volume 2, Issue No. 54

OPINION/COMMENTARY

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 Our latest as of Thursday, January 21, 2021 

~ A big relief it was to see on television the passage of one era from its chaotic past to a new one that promises to restore peace and dignity to everyone in America. The inauguration of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris portends a return to normalcy. We celebrate them as the rest of the free world should. A young poet articulates what many of us feel and captures the essence and meaning of that inspiring moment. Amanda Gorman reads her inaugural poem that touches the soul.

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AMANDA GORMAN, NATIONAL YOUTH POET LAUREATE

A Historic Moment Celebrated in a Poem 

By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ

Editor, The Filipino Web Channel

TORONTO - Amanda Gorman, America's first-ever National Youth Poet Laureate, read a stirring poem she wrote for the inauguration of Joseph R. Biden as President, and Kamala Harris as Vice President of the United States on Wednesday, January 20, 2021, in the US Capitol.

At 22 years, the Los Angeles, California native is the youngest ever to write a poem for such a national event, invited no less by US First Lady Dr. Jill Biden. 

Gorman now becomes the fifth poet to read at presidential inaugurations and shares a commonality with poets such as Robert Frost in 1961, Maya Angelou in 1993, Miller Williams in 1997, and Elizabeth Alexander in 2009. 

Her piece is entitled "The Hill We Climb".

As we here at Filipino Web Magazine also love poetry, we're delighted and privileged to run the poem so readers could feel its full meaning. Enjoy!

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The Hill We Climb

By AMANDA GORMAN 

National Youth Poet Laureate

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 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 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 our union with purpose.

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze, 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.

That 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 shall make them afraid.

If we're to live up to our own time, then victory won't lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we've made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

It's 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.

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, 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 at 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 could 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, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

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.

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 sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid.

The new dawn balloons 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. (Copyright (c) belongs to Amanda Gorman).