Brazen – bold, arrogant, ‘stuck up’

Beacon – a (big) bright light

Exiled – thrown out never to return

Pomp – fanciness, magnificence

Yearning – a strong desire

Wretched – sick, ill

Refuse – trash, garbage

Teeming – over-crowded

Tempest -- storm

The New Colossus – Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith 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-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

A sonnet – poem in 14 lines, stanzas of 8 and 6 in a set rhyme scheme

Sonnet (Petrarchan sonnet, to be precise) - 14 lines total-- one section of 8 rhyming

lines ABBA

rhyme pattern

One section of 6 lines

C

D

C

D

C

D

rhyme pattern

iambic pentameter meter (rhythm)– 10 beats per line

(da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM).

Colossus of Rhodes

Not like that arrogant stuck up Colossus of RhodesThat stood dominating the harbor.Here on the beautiful east coast of the US There will stand this powerful female statue holding a torchThat stands for power and we will call herMother of all those kicked out of their homelands. From that lightA feeling of welcome and safety will flowOver the harbor that has a city on either side of it

Now, it’s your turn:

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith 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-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"