Special Independence Day edition of Going Public, featuring a bit of love, respect and patriotism for and from both sides of the Atlantic.
Letters Across the Atlantic, a Patriotic Poetry Mash-up
Robin Sachs and I have one last trick up our sleeve, this one just a little something in celebration of our national pride and mutual respect.
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch,
The City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning,
Is the imprisoned lightning.
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
an her name
Mother of Exiles.
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome;
Never did sun more beautiful steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
“Keep, ancient lands, your stories pomp!” cries she
With silent lips.
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
You huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
And all that mighty heart is lying still!