I’m looking for the website of the poem below and I think I have found it.
Well, not too long ago, our country was given a gift from La France, and if you go to this website I finally found you will see the history of that spectacular statue that welcomes all who come across the oceans to enjoy the freedom of living in the United States of America. Mama read me this poem this morning after having seen it on the website Chocolate and Zucchini, authored by Clotilde Dousoulier, a great site for French news on Paris and other cities and wonderful tips for cooking and travel. Mama was in tears reading this.
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!
Oh, would that we could lift that lamp as we did for so many years.
I have to get mama a hankie, sorry to leave you.
I put is somewhere, now where is it?
*****
Goodbye, Nicky, from all of us and many purrs for your family.
Aaaaaaaaaaw LouLou, dat’s very sweet. And lady Liberty still stands fur those who actually want to come to these shores fur freedom and a better way of life. Times aren’t as simple as they used to be, nor are all those tryin’ to enter, wantin’ a better life. We must be vigilant, lest we fall, and lady Liberty can stand no more. Big hugs fur all.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Thank you for your thoughts.
(((hugs)))) and love
Well, with the witch hunts and venom of today, our ancestors would have been certainly turned away when they crossed the seas. All descendants of immigrants need to reflect on that. And we’re nearly all in that category.
On an even sadder note a moment of silence for beautiful Nicky. THAT brings tears to my eyes. Oops – maman took over the keyboard today.
Yes, my mama does that when I’m not watching carefully. A lovely kitty, Nicky, and there have been too many this year who moved on to other lives. I hope they are together, chasing mice.
I was sad to see Nicky went to The Bridge. That is a beautiful poem.
Yes, mama loved it and cried, probably for all the nonsense going on and for all those ethics and offers of libery and justice that have been swept aside by this government.
We hate that another kitty went to the bridge. 🙁
Yes, there seem to be too many this year, no?
What a sad post. I did not know Nicky, but the loss of such a friend is always sad. Not to mention what your Mama is mourning the loss of in that poem (which I think is by Emma Lazarus.)
Yes, she is the author and is mentioned at length in the Wikipedia article. A lovely poet.