On blue summer nights I shall walk the paths
Wedged with corn, to trample the short grass:
Dreamer, I’ll feel there the cool of my feet.
I’ll allow the wind to bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will think of nothing.
But infinite love will grow in the soul,
And I’ll go far, far, like a Bohemian,
With Nature−happy as with a woman.
(translated from the French by Day Williams)
We have seen all the pieces being put in place for a mass justice event in the USA — the like of which has never been encountered before.
The New Colossus
BY EMMA LAZARUS
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!”
Source: Emma Lazarus: Selected Poems and Other Writings (2002)
HOW THE LEFT GETS THE STATUE OF LIBERTY POEM WRONG
No, it’s not a mandate to wreck America.
August 22, 2019 Daniel Greenfield