ENGLISH SPEECH AMANDA GORMAN The Hill We Climb English Subtitles

Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President,
Mr. Emhoff, Americans, and the world.

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 it isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and the 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 it 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 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 benevolence, 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 merged 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, my bronze pounded chest.

We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous
one.

We will rise from the gold limbed hills of
the West.

We will rise from the wind swept to Northeast
where our forefathers first realized the revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of
the middle Western States.

We will arise from the sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconciled and recover and
every known nook over 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 was always light.

If only we’re brave enough to see it.

If only we’re brave enough to be it.