337th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 337th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

This poem is from Emma Lazarus:

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!”

What did you think?

  • Anna (Diary of an Eccentric)

    I was thinking the same thing about all the politics surrounding immigration right now. With my mom being a naturalized citizen, all the hatred really makes me upset about the direction our country is going.

  • Snowball

    This poem contains such beauty, but it is impossible for me to read these words without the taint of politics. My grandmother had her first glimpse of Lady Liberty was as her ship sailed into the harbor in the mid thirties, and she never spoke of the statue or the inscription at its base without choking up. The anger, hatred, racism, and violence aimed at “others” these days would have saddened her. It’s not that it didn’t exist before, but now it is celebrated. This poem captures the ideal of America, and we have so far to go if we are to reach that ideal. Sorry, if that sounds too strident.

  • Suko http://www.sukosnotebook

    A lovely reading of an important poem.