Yes, are you familiar with this poem. . .
The big statue was a gift to the U.S. back a while ago from... the French(?)
Anyway, have you ever stopped to really consider the poem - inscribed on the scroll she holds as she casts determined gaze across vast seas?
Here it goes, in case you blocked it out of your memory:
"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!
Hmmmmmm.. Uuuuhhh..
'huddled masses'? 'wretched refuse'? 'homeless'?
were those French up to something, giving us this 'gift'?
will say the rather downer poem rings somewhat prophetic each morning I step onto subway - confronted by a mass of swaying sad-clown-faced batch of huddled masses. . .
Couldn't we reword this poem?
"Give us your best, contributing, upstanding, good looking, prosperous, type-A go-getters"
Imagine stepping onto the F train - finding yourself sorrounded by a bunch of these. . .
*Seinfeld has something similar to the above in his book 'Sein Language' which I read at the beach a while ago. . .
The big statue was a gift to the U.S. back a while ago from... the French(?)
Anyway, have you ever stopped to really consider the poem - inscribed on the scroll she holds as she casts determined gaze across vast seas?
Here it goes, in case you blocked it out of your memory:
"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!
Hmmmmmm.. Uuuuhhh..
'huddled masses'? 'wretched refuse'? 'homeless'?
were those French up to something, giving us this 'gift'?
will say the rather downer poem rings somewhat prophetic each morning I step onto subway - confronted by a mass of swaying sad-clown-faced batch of huddled masses. . .
Couldn't we reword this poem?
"Give us your best, contributing, upstanding, good looking, prosperous, type-A go-getters"
Imagine stepping onto the F train - finding yourself sorrounded by a bunch of these. . .
*Seinfeld has something similar to the above in his book 'Sein Language' which I read at the beach a while ago. . .
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