Immigrant English poetry

Unlike the famous cheeky giants in Greece,

Cross from one place to another with conquered limbs;

Where we are washed away by the sea, the door of the sunset stands.

A powerful woman with a torch, her flame

It's imprisoned lightning, her name.

Mother of exiles. From her hand

Luminous welcome from all over the world; Her gentle eyes commanded

Air bridge port under the framework of twin cities.

"Keep the ancient land, your legendary grand occasion!" She shouted

Silent lips. "Give me your fatigue, your pity,

Your crowded people are eager to breathe freely,

Poor garbage on your crowded coast.

Send these homeless people to me,

I raised my lamp by the Golden Gate! "

About the author: Emma Lazarus

http://www.bsu.edu/web/gstrecker/lazarus.htm