Let Them In

The Stranger - E.E. Norris

The Stranger - E.E. Norris

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!"

                                            -Emma Lazarus, 1883 poem "The                                                 New Colossus" commemorated                                                   on a plaque inside The Statue of                                                   Liberty



E.E. Norris is a photographer, founder-editor of Concrete & Light, and director of The Art Cart NYC.  He would like us all to look - intently and in every direction - so that we might share a sustained and profound sense of joy that may come from observing the infinite complexity of the physical universe and human potential.

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