Amanda Gorman: who is the poet Laureate who spoke at Joe Biden inauguration - and her poem The Hill We Climb

Barack Obama said that Gorman delivered a “poem that more than met the moment”

Joe Biden became the United States’ 46th president following his inauguration on January 20.

The ceremony was punctuated with performances from a host of star talent from pop royalty Jennifer Lopez and Lady Gaga, to country legend Garth Brooks.

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Former White House residents were also in attendance with Donald Trump and Jimmy Carter the only presidents unwilling or unable to make the ceremony.

Amanda Gorman delighted Joe Biden's inauguration audience with her poem The Hill We Climb (Getty Images)

Despite the presence of some of the most famous figures in politics and pop, it was 22-year-old poet Amanda Gorman and her passionate poem The Hill We Climb which caught the attention of millions of viewers tuning in from across the world.

Who is Amanda Gorman?

Amanda Gorman, from Los Angeles, California, describes herself in her Instagram profile as a "poet, writer and dreamer”.

At the age of 22 she is the youngest poet to ever perform at the inauguration of a US president.

Born in 1998, Gorman, like Joe Biden, had a speech impediment as a child.

In a recent interview with Los Angeles Times she said the speech impediment empowered her, stating: "it's made me the performer that I am and the storyteller that I strive to be”.

In 2017, while studying at Harvard, she became the first national youth laureate.

She had previously been nominated as Los Angeles’ youth laureate at he age of 16.

Gorman finished writing the Hill We Climb on January 6, the day of the attempted insurrection on Capitol Hill.

Her poem talks of “a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it" and which wishes to "destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy".

The poem responds:”But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated."

The Hill We Climb in full

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.

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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, colours, characters, and conditions of man.And 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.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.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 it 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.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.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 wind-swept north-east 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.In every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country,our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge, battered and beautiful.When 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.