Sunday, September 25, 2022

When lyrics echo

Standing by a lighthouse, 
Looking at this stretch of beach,
 Littered as it is with driftwood,
 I hear, echoing in my brain, 
A song we learned in elementary school, 
Meant to instill in us a spirit of hospitality 
For those less fortunate than ourselves:
 “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me”
(Words from Emma Lazarus’ poem, 
 The New Colossus, on the Statue of Liberty) 
Which, here, might end, 
“I lift my lamp beside this golden shore.”

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