The Colossus Like brazen limbs astride from land to land ~ our sea-washed sunset is imprisoned ~ the air cries ~ silent, tired, poor ~ yearning to be wretched shore. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related April 6, 2019April 6, 2019 by benditty Categories: poetry, UncategorizedTags: emma lazarus, history, homage, poetry, the new colossus, tribute 1 Comment
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