The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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!"
To me this poem means freedom. I feel like someone is speaking for the statue, saying here is the beacon of freedom. To leave this land for those that need it, for the poor, to those who need help to live an other day. Its as if shes saying, welcome to everyone that wishes to live free in this great country. I say let them be free, save the poor that just want to work, that just want to save they're family from a life of death and hunger. Let them escape from the clinching grasps of danger, even from those that are there to protect them, and from corrupt politics that for money they would sell away they're whole country to a sure death.
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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!"
To me this poem means freedom. I feel like someone is speaking for the statue, saying here is the beacon of freedom. To leave this land for those that need it, for the poor, to those who need help to live an other day. Its as if shes saying, welcome to everyone that wishes to live free in this great country. I say let them be free, save the poor that just want to work, that just want to save they're family from a life of death and hunger. Let them escape from the clinching grasps of danger, even from those that are there to protect them, and from corrupt politics that for money they would sell away they're whole country to a sure death.
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