The Intention Project

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365 Days: 2017

A photo & thoughts. Every Day.  For one year.

June 14, 2017

 Day 165

Day 165

New Colossus

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!”

Emma Lazarus

I have learned so much thus far.. Like Lady Liberty doesn't reside on Ellis Island, like I always had thought. And, this poem was originally written as a fundraiser auction item and was essentially forgotten for many years and had nothing to do with her originally being built.