This Is Virtue

The New Colossus

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!”


Image result for statue of liberty crying


I was going to post an essay about movie landscapes or something, but this has been an emotionally harrowing week for everyone, and I just didn’t fee like it.

One thought on “This Is Virtue

  1. Mary Burrell

    Well in this present administration is the antithesis of Lady Liberty and her welcoming immigrants from countries with brown and black people. Especially when the President refers to those brown and black people as coming from shit hole countries.

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