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Thus Spake Zarathustra Folk cats rnd Fics PkMn FMA ¬_¬ other LJ Got Val? I defeat you!
And on that note, I'm going back to bed. - Are we not men?
And on that note, I'm going back to bed.
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."

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Date: November 21st, 2003 - 12:40 pm
What brought that on?
Can you feel the love?
Date: November 21st, 2003 - 02:26 pm
I'd been meaning to say that for awhile, but last time I was going to, I read my friends list and it seemed inappropriate at the time.
Teacher said not to.
Date: November 22nd, 2003 - 11:34 am
I haven't read this poem since like, elementary school. Now that I see it again, it's kinda ironic. Maybe it's just me being cynical, but this seriously smacks of "white man's burden" and the massive superiority complex of your average WASP (at least at the time it was written). Kinda funny how they go out of their way to extol the virtues of diversity, but have derogatory words for people from every country on the planet.

Stop asking about milk already.
Date: November 22nd, 2003 - 02:27 pm
OK, this poem is the opposite of "white man's burden". There's no derogatory words in this poem.
It's not a poem about diversity, it's a poem about freedom from oppression.
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