Poems by Lola Ridge
Debris
... Or shudder and hood up their souls - ...
Dawn Wind
... Gathered and laid to dry on this paper, rolled out of dead wood ...
Palestine
... Why should you seek a plateau walled about, ...
Dreams
... Hooding a sacred rose under the ice cap of the world - ...
Art And Life
... With witless laughter&hellip ...
Brooklyn Bridge
... I feel your coils tightening&hellip ...
The Song
... And the smoke bluish near earth and bronze in the sunshine ...
The Spilling Of The Wine
... . . Wine Spurting out of flagons in a spray of amethyst and gold, ...
Fuel
... What dreams have these to hide from death! ...
The Woman With Jewels
... Like little pools of tar, spilled by a sailor in mad haste for shore&hellip ...
The Ghetto
... Those giant flowers that have bloomed and withered, scattering their seed&hellip ...
The Song Of Iron
... All my spirit is inundated with the tumultuous passion of Thy Voice, ...
The Everlasting Return
... The moon that flushed our periscope till it shone like a silver flame&hellip ...
Frank Little At Calvary
... Streaming in tenuous rays down the black gullets of the Hill&hellip ...
Broadway
... Captive light in the goblets quivering&hellip ...
