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I was holding my brand new granddaughter in my arms as I watched the inauguration of Joe Biden, live from Washington D.C.. And I rocked her gently from side to side as Lady Gaga sang "The Star Spangled Banner" with her raised fist clenched in a black leather glove. Sometimes, people might see poetry as mere decoration - as unnecessary and indulgent as a cream cake. But you cannot say that about the poetry of World War One nor about words carved upon gravestones. Sometimes poetry is vital and so it was when Amanda Gorman recited "The Hill We Climb" for the very first time. It was a poem for our times and a declaration of hope for the future.  The words were  like beach pebbles - each one carefully chosen for its shape, its colour and for the weight of it.  Amanda Gorman had  arranged them painstakingly  as if constructing  a mosaic. Her poem was very apt, very apt indeed and even though it is as fresh as a newly born child, it has already entered Amer...