Poetry Out Loud: Maggie Odom recites "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus

[@BrotherApexx]

I love it when I find poems being recited without music playing in the background, when we learn to appreciate the music in the poem itself. Thank you!

[@MacKenziePoet]

By the way, this is a good example of how to announce a poem's title: deliberate, purposeful, confident.

[@rivkarosenfeld500]

Beautiful recitation!

[@MacKenziePoet]

Of course, you can't go wrong with Emma Lazarus's famous sonnet. And I dare say Miss Odom wins the prize for elevating her recitation to the level of poetic diction, without falling into the trap of sounding incantatory. She also embraced fully the spirit of the poem with both mind and body. Well done.

[@jewelrybag4557]

Beautiful

[@bo5jazelmaebaliguat509]

❤❤❤❤

[@achraferebal]

Magnificent 👏👏

[@shirley9209]

Those hand gestures just kills me.

[@laowei7279]

Nice! But shouldn’t the “our” of the third line be given more weight to set it apart from the “Greek” of the first line?

[@ilhamnadhirr]

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!”

[@shazneenossen4352]

awesome

[@thetraveler1313]

Good Job Maggie! Way to make Le Jardin Academy Proud!

[@oxonriad5234]

Moira jaaa!!!!

[@Great_Olaf5]

Good on her, at least she can recite this with some personality. I look up the poem and everyone reads it out like they're reading the eulogy of some stranger. She enunciated without overdoing it (for the most part), and it didn't feel like sandpaper being rubbed into my ears. My compliments.

[@fredyholguin2525]

Civ 5 and the statue of liberty bring me here

[@israelimath883]

Tears streaming down my cheeks…

[@ericespiritu1468]

The myth of America this poem speaks is one I nievely believed as a child. The United States is a dream how we would see ourselves nor how we have ever been. Greatness that has never been but one where tomorrow still has hope that someday we can finally breathe free.

[@ardamumtaza441]

The New Colossus BY EMMA LAZARUS 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!”

[@jadelookout2613]

Boiiiiii

[@JerryHatrickShorts]

Pretty dark poem and considering what we had to do to the natives of this land…. We bring in the masses but disregard what’s already been here.

[@jacobc874]

I do not love America because I came from it. Nor because of the things it has done, nor the material things it has accrued. I do not love this country for the conquering it's done or the blood it has shed. I do not love America for how it was built: stolen, scourged, and enslaved. I love America for it's soul, the collective of all who call it home. I love it for the idea of The New Colossus. I love it not for what it is or has been but for what it could be if we really believed that idea. Maybe there have been moments and glimpses of that lofty idea, maybe its just a nice thought pasted over a lie. Maybe, regardless, it could be. We are far from it, if we were ever close, but the hope that the idea of America we tell ourselves could one day be true remains all we have. I love America, because I see more of us letting hope win over sorrow. I love this country for its people, its forests, its mountains, its earth, stone, and water, and the prayer that we will one day live up to the words on Lady Liberty's plaque.

[@Niximagery]

Wow. The irony.

[@musicnerd4302]

Chills. Literal chils.

[@jonotwist]

She certainly can enunciate. I find the new colossus to be difficult to stay in rhythm.