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Immigration and dreams - Monday, 4-24-23

These two poems have always been two of my favorites. And they seem to go together quite well. Though the dream of a new land (whether "America", Sweden or Belize) or a goal or plan you have in life, dreams are the life blood of what drive us. Enjoy the two poems, in no particular order. And dare to dream - don't forget to explore the world and make plans while you're at it.


Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

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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