Mimsy Were the Borogoves

Editorials: Where I rant to the wall about politics. And sometimes the wall rants back.

Liberty enlightening the world

Jerry Stratton, October 28, 2014

    • 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!”

In response to 2014 in photos: For photos and perhaps other quick notes sent from my mobile device or written on the fly during 2014.

  1. <- Waffle of Allegiance
  2. Hagan cover ->