poet Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

#380 on top 500 poets

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!"

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Rating Card

3,4 out of 5
72 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (11/5/2019 5:58:00 PM)

    A masterful piece of poetry beautifully conceived and elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance.

    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Sally Plumb Plumb (7/23/2017 10:10:00 AM)


    Report Reply
    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Francie LynchFrancie Lynch (6/24/2017 7:14:00 PM)

    Colossal bullshit. Great poem.

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    5 person did not like.
  • Savita TyagiSavita Tyagi (2/5/2017 8:14:00 PM)

    A new sign in front of Liberty of Statue
    New Colossus closed for restoration
    Can not accept the tired and desolate
    Hungry and homeless beaten by fate
    Date of opening to be announced soon!

    Report Reply
    4 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Michael RylandMichael Ryland (9/13/2015 8:09:00 PM)

    This used to be what America stood for. No longer. Tragic.

    And, the wording is perfect.

    Report Reply
    Siddartha MontikSiddartha Montik(11/12/2016 9:53:00 AM)

    So True..!

    11 person liked.
    7 person did not like.
  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (2/1/2015 6:08:00 AM)

    A beautiful piece on the Statue Of Liberty - The Symbol of US Freedom. A lovely piece of poetry, penned with insight.

    Report Reply
    9 person liked.
    6 person did not like.
  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (3/11/2009 1:34:00 PM)

    OR: the wretches refused from distant shores.

    I know it's a very famous poem written by an elite, wealthy person who lived at a time when many starving people from Europe immigrated to the US.I think the original line reflects a certain snobby attitude towards those very poor people even though the poet's intentions may have been veiled and her words cloaked with pity for the unfortunate.

    Report Reply
    13 person liked.
    28 person did not like.
  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (3/11/2009 12:24:00 PM)

    I would have written 'wretched refused from your teeming shores'.

    For some reason the term euro-trash was coined from a very simple mistake that could have been easily corrected.The slur may not have been used in Emma's day but people do like to twist things around and take advantage.I'm the oldest daughter of parents who immigrated to the US after WW2 ended became naturalise, lawabiding, tax paying and hardworking moral citizens and someone used that derogatory terminology towards them and any immigrant who have chosen to reached these shores and settle here in our great country.I was born in New York City...so techniclly it makes me a native just like all US citizens of any ancestry of whom respect should be shown.

    I will give this poem a ten but I just feel that it would have given fairer treatment and dignity to all immigrants if it had been worded slightly differently.

    Report Reply
    11 person liked.
    27 person did not like.
  • Organizied Anarchist (2/1/2007 6:10:00 PM)

    No one commented on this? I think it's a great poem, obviously written on the Statue of Liberty. The famous line 'Give me your tired, your poor, /Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free' is quoted tons of places as a symbol of the 'American' spirit of liberty. I just think it's a great line. For some reason, 'huddled masses yearning to breathe free' is very discriptive language to me and it's really beautiful.

    Report Reply
    31 person liked.
    12 person did not like.

Rating Card

3,4 out of 5
72 total ratings
rate this poem

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: sunset, woman, mother, sea, world, city, women