I turned from Antiques Road Show in the nick of time to hear Hugh's real voice. oh. my. num.
Erin, a poem that might be intersting with I Have a Dream is Emma Lazaru's The New Colossus because like King's speech everyone just knows the end bit and in its entirety it says a lot more a lot more... radically?
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!"