在纽约？应该知道这首诗

来源: 胡说之 于 2010-04-22 12:54:05 [] [博客] [旧帖] [给我悄悄话] 阅读数 : (382 bytes)

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!

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读后感是什么？进美国不要签证了？

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