Emma Lazarus

(22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States)

The Cranes Of Ibicus - Poem by Emma Lazarus

Here was a man who watched the river flow
Past the huge town, one gray November day.
Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play
The boys made merry as they saw him go,
Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,
The immortal screed he held within his hand.
For he was walking in an April land
With Faust and Helen. Shadowy as a dream
Was the prose-world, the river and the town.
Wild joy possessed him; through enchanted skies
He saw the cranes of Ibycus swoop down.
He closed the page, he lifted up his eyes,
Lo--a black line of birds in wavering thread
Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!


Comments about The Cranes Of Ibicus by Emma Lazarus

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: april, river, dream, joy, world, sky



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Hata Bildir]