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🗓️ 6 July 2020
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0:00.0 | Welcome back to the Daily Poem. I'm David Kern, and today's Monday, July 6, 2020. |
0:05.5 | The poem that I'm going to read today is by Emma Lazarus, an American poet who lived from 1849 to 1887. |
0:12.0 | The poem that I'm going to read is called the New Colossus. It's a sonnet that was written in 1883, |
0:17.1 | and you probably best know it for being the poem that was inscribed on a bronze plaque on the pedestal of the |
0:24.7 | Statue of Liberty. It was installed in 1903. She wrote this poem in 1883 to raise money for the |
0:32.7 | construction of the pedestal for the Statue of Liberty. And then in 1903 it was actually, you know, cast onto a plaque and then, you know, |
0:40.3 | affixed to the pedestal's lower level. |
0:44.6 | If you've ever been to the Statue of Liberty, you've probably seen it. |
0:47.3 | So this poem then is in keeping with recognizing the Fourth of July holiday that we just had last Saturday a couple days ago. |
0:56.6 | So I'll read the poem, offer a few comments as usual, and then read it one more time. |
1:01.2 | And that will be it for today. |
1:02.2 | So here is The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus. |
1:09.0 | Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame with conquering limbs astride from land to land. |
1:16.1 | Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, |
1:22.8 | whose flame is the imprisoned lightning and her name, Mother of Exiles. |
1:28.7 | From her beacon hand glows worldwide welcome, her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that Twin Cities frame. |
1:37.8 | Keep ancient lands your storied pomp, cries she with silent lips. |
1:42.8 | Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free, the |
1:49.2 | wretched refuse of your teeming shore. |
1:52.2 | Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed, to me. |
1:57.6 | I lift my lamp beside the golden door. |
2:04.8 | Thank you. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. So I wanted to read this poem because on the one hand it's, you know, |
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