One of the most powerful readings of this poem I’ve ever heard. God bless immigrants. They contribute so much to our great nation.
@BabluAyaanVlogsАй бұрын
A small poem but marvellous 👍🏻
@lalithadeviyeduri55264 ай бұрын
Wow nice theme
@rishikumar62853 ай бұрын
❤❤❤❤
@rishikumar62853 ай бұрын
So intelligent you are 😮
@BookishGyanwithMsPreeti9 ай бұрын
😮
@GlitteringBlack-yr6ytАй бұрын
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!”
@MacKenziePoet3 ай бұрын
Yes, never a good idea to go conversational with classic poetry, especially in the sonnet form. The sonnet is really quite musical, but all its wonderful qualities fly out the window here.