I can't take any more bad water; been poisoned from my head down to my shoes

[primroseburrows]

One more poem before Poetry Month goes away for another year.

This one's the inscription on Liberty Enlightening the World (more people need to know her real name because it's v. cool IMO it's about time the the U.S. commences with some actual enlightening. Starting with ourselves, may it do ya fine.)



The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883

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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"






Yes, I am a shameless idealist. So was Jesus.

Bigger update coming soon, unless the sky falls. I know you're all waiting with bated breath.

Tomorrow, I'd love to go here and then on to songdog's house. Time is a factor, however. Maybe, though, if croosa and tapped_trish aren't moving tomorrow. If they are, I'll be helping them. *g*.

And yes, patchfire, I'm calling several hospitals tomorrow (ON THE PHONE, y0!).