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Emma Lazarus
Context/The Poet
This famous sonnet by Emma Lazarus is engraved on a bronze plaque mounted inside the
lower level of the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.
The poem speaks of the millions of immigrants who came to the United States (many of them
through Ellis Island at the port of New York).
Lazarus, a New Yorker of Portuguese Sephardic Jewish descent, was asked to write the poem
to raise money for the statue's pedestal. She drew inspiration from the work she did as an aide
for refugees on Ward's Island.
Key Words
QUIZLET
Poetic Techniques
The Colossus of Rhodes was constructed to commemorate a military victory and was thought to
With conquering limbs astride from land to land; stand with its legs on either side of a harbor.
The Statue of Liberty is found just off the coast of New York and Jersey, lying in New York harbor. It
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand is here the sea meets the shore and the metaphorical gates (the surrounding geography) which
stand ready to let all who desire freedom in.
The statue looks like a powerful woman and holds a torch that's lit through the modern wonders of
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame electricity.
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name She is depicted as a motherly figure who welcomes immigrants to America
Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand The Statue of Liberty is imagined as serving a physical purpose as well as its symbolic one. Her
Glows world-wide welcome; torch hand is visible to ships, which brought immigrants from all over the world to America.
her mild eyes command Describes her gentle yet powerful gaze upon New York Harbor, which is sandwiched between New
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. York City and Brooklyn (which were still separate cities when the poem was written).
The poem then gives the statue herself a voice. She speaks directly to the nations of Europe, telling
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” them she wants no part of their showy displays of power.
cries she Though she is a silent statue, the speaker suggests that her symbolic message is clear.
With silent lips.
“Give me your tired, your poor, She goes on to command the ancient European nations to send its impoverished citizens—the
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, thousands who long for freedom—to America.
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. These people have been forgotten and rejected in their overly-populated countries with limited
resources.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, Once again, she commands the ancient nations to send her those who have been exiled and
battered by the storms of misfortune.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” She beckons these immigrants toward her with her torch, which metaphorically illuminates the
entryway to America and all the opportunities it offers
Key Images
Emma Lazarus
I Come From There
By Mahmoud Darwish
I Come From There
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland…..
Mahmoud Darwish
Context/The Poet
The Israeli government forced Darwish to live in exile for 26 years after he
joined the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) in the 1970’s. During
that time, the poet addressed issues of exile, homesickness, and a love and
yearning for a home to which he was unable to return.
Mahmoud Darwish
Key images
Mahmoud Darwish
Lion Heart
By Amanda Chong
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Lion Heart
Amanda Chong
Key images
Lion Heart
Centuries, by the sea’s pulmonary,
You came out of the sea, a vein throbbing humming bumboats –
skin dappled scales of sunlight; your trees rise as skyscrapers.
Riding crests, waves of fish in your fists. Their ankles lost in swilling water,
Washed up, your gills snapped shut. as they heave themselves higher
Water whipped the first breath of your lungs, above the mirrored surface.
Your lips’ bud teased by morning mists.
Remember your self: your raw lion heart,
You conquered the shore, its ivory coast. Each beat a stony echo that washes
Your legs still rocked with the memory of waves. through ribbed vaults of buildings.
Sinews of sand ran across your back-
Rising runes of your oceanic origins. Remember your keris, iron lightning
Your heart thumped- an animal skin drum ripping through tentacles of waves,
heralding the coming of a prince. double-edged, curved to a point-
In the jungle, amid rasping branches, flung high and caught unsheathed, scattering
trees loosened their shadows to shroud you. five stars in the red tapestry of your sky.
The prince beheld you then, a golden sheen.
Your eyes, two flickers; emerald blaze Amanda Chong
You settled back on fluent haunches;
The squall of a beast. your roar, your call.