Analyse af: Emma Lasaruz - "The New Collosus" 1883

hvis der er nogen som vil komme med nogle gode analyseounkter både i hendhold til indhold, sammensætning, og komposition, så vil jeg være dem evigt taknemmeligt :) Jeg skal  fokusere på digtets beskrivelse og afspejling af amerikansk kerneværdier. Mange mange tak på forhånd :) 

 Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus” (1883)
[Inscription on The Statue of Liberty]

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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”