Jews Are The Intensive Form Of Any

When Angels Visit Earth, The Messengers Of God's Decree, They Come As Lightning, Wind: Before The Throne, They All Are Living Fire.

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

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.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.