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Line 1: − + − + + + + + + + + + + + + + + − 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 worldwide 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!"
The poem is not a policy statement. Reformatted the poem
'''The New Colossus''' is a [[Petrarchan sonnet]] written in 1883 by Emma Lazarus. It is engraved on a plaque at the [[Statue of Liberty]]. The complete text is as follows:
'''The New Colossus''' is a [[Petrarchan sonnet]] written in 1883 by Emma Lazarus. It is engraved on a plaque at the [[Statue of Liberty]]. The work is often times promoted by the media as a policy statement about immigration, however it is nothing more than an aspirational poem.<ref>[https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2019/08/ken-cuccinelli-statue-of-liberty-poem-emma-lazarus-new-colossus-history.html The Complicated History of Emma Lazarus’ “The New Colossus”]</ref> The complete text is as follows:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
: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 worldwide 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!"
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