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Standing at the Border

A reflection on “The New Colossus”  by Emma Lazarus

 

I thought I was

a lighthouse. I

raised my hand for the job.

 

I thought myself a

beacon of refuge at the

door of dreams. Shining

with invitation

I turned away

no one. It was not mine to

give, this air of

freedom; it was only mine

to welcome.

 

Weathered, jaded

no longer alight

with idealism, would

that I could

set down my lamp

and my words

and with

both hands free,

gather my own.

 

 

 

 

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Comments on: "Standing at the Border" (3)

  1. not only stirring but gives one a sense of hope. although Emma Lazarus passed many years ago her words are so much part of what is going on today.

  2. Scottish Author and Poet Kirsty Grant said:

    I really enjoyed this poem.

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