New Colossus Translated

 

Learn more about this project in essays written by Alicia Ostriker and Mihaela Moscaliuc.

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!”

Laure-Anne Bosselaar-Brown
Harry Roddy
John C. Rouman
,
Richard E. Clairmont
John C. Rouman
,
Richard E. Clairmont
Nathan H. Dize
,
Danielle Dorvil
Karen Alkalay-Gut
Emma Asonye
Pádraig Ó Cearúill
Víctor Terán
Daniela Gioseffi
Shara McCallum
Yumiko Koizumi

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