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The Poetry of Social Distress

The Poetry of Social Distress Journal of Social Distress and the Homeless, Vol. 1, No. 2, 1992 Howard E. Gruber .2 THE NEW COLOSSUS 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!" -Emma Lazarus Emma Lazarus' poem is engraved on a tablet inside the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. As host to the oppressed we have much to be proud of. But the American record has never been as unambiguous as the last five lines of the poem. Let us hope that such a time will come. Our concern for social distress grows out of a visionary sense of a better world that we could make, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Journal of Social Distress and Homeless Taylor & Francis

The Poetry of Social Distress

The Poetry of Social Distress

Journal of Social Distress and Homeless , Volume 1 (2): 1 – Jan 1, 1992

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Journal of Social Distress and the Homeless, Vol. 1, No. 2, 1992 Howard E. Gruber .2 THE NEW COLOSSUS 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!" -Emma Lazarus Emma Lazarus' poem is engraved on a tablet inside the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. As host to the oppressed we have much to be proud of. But the American record has never been as unambiguous as the last five lines of the poem. Let us hope that such a time will come. Our concern for social distress grows out of a visionary sense of a better world that we could make,

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Taylor & Francis
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Copyright 1992 Taylor and Francis Group LLC
ISSN
1573-658X
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1053-0789
DOI
10.1007/BF01074224.1992.11739265
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Journal of Social Distress and the Homeless, Vol. 1, No. 2, 1992 Howard E. Gruber .2 THE NEW COLOSSUS 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!" -Emma Lazarus Emma Lazarus' poem is engraved on a tablet inside the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. As host to the oppressed we have much to be proud of. But the American record has never been as unambiguous as the last five lines of the poem. Let us hope that such a time will come. Our concern for social distress grows out of a visionary sense of a better world that we could make,

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Journal of Social Distress and HomelessTaylor & Francis

Published: Jan 1, 1992

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