The Statue Of Liberty

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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

(Lazarus, Emma)

To me this poem can be inspirational because when I read it I can get an idea of the real history behind the Statue Of Liberty. While reading this poem there was the power that lies behind the true story of the Statue Of Liberty. Not very many people know or notice that there is a powerful statement that goes along with the statue and if you really think about the meaning of the poem you can understand the word "Liberty".