Sunday, July 4, 2010

Sunday in CinCity. The Independent Edition.

The New Colossus

by Emma Lazarus





Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!


7 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing the whole of Lazarus' poem. Happy 4th of July!

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  2. I've had The New Colossus in the footer of my blog for over two years now (it's one of the few poems I know by memory). With template changes and blogger header changes I've deleted most everything from my original blog. But the poem will never go. It's my favorite. Thank you for this image that quietly roars what the poem means to me.

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  3. I just watched the video......marvelous! ...and perfect for the poem.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)