Given that the Trump administration is interested in redefining, changing or replacing the poem on the Statue of Liberty, I thought I would take a moment and try a re-write or The New Colossus into The American Colossus. Here’s how it goes –
The American Colossus By McScarry
A rusted woman of fabled fame
Stands with her back against the land
Whose promises and dreams so grand
Lie behind sunset gates; whose flame
Is the trembled flicker, and her name
Rejector of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Spies worldwide suspicion; her cold eyes command
The razor-wire wall of callous blame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your worthless serfs!” cries she,
“Give me your rich, First-class enter the door,
You gilded few, with wealth and profits, see
The riches and resources of our teeming shore.
Send these, the pampered, aristocratic to me,
Concern not over the pauper or poor.”
Given recent events in the United States, I felt it important to post the Statue of Liberty poem before it changes.
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus (11/2/1883)
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!”
My mother is exhibiting some of her plein aire artwork this weekend and she invited me to accompany her artwork with poetry. I am excited to be a part of the collaborative art process, particularly since I’ve fallen in love with writing rondeau poetry. It is like writing a rhyming crossword puzzle. I find the rules both engaging and challenging.
It has taken me 2 days and the next 3 posts are my poems with my mother’s accompanying artwork.
Another rondeau for my poetry reading next week. This one is a 10 syllable rondeau to counter “Snow Will Not Stay.”
Welcome April with Earth and Arbor Day Where the air is fresh and gloom melts away! Cherish this chance to welcome life renewed Fresh leaves on the trees. See mama bird’s brood Celebrate in the grand springtime soiree.
Dig in the dirt. Plant along the parkway. Listen to the movement as the trees sway. Go swim or fish, if you think that is good. Earth and Arbor Day.
Be aware and take care! Earth wants to say, “Human stewards care for me. I’m a-okay.” Not, “These jerks messed things up. I’m really screwed.” We should adopt a caring attitude. In gratitude and honest care, array Earth and Arbor Day.