Poems by Lola Ridge
The White Bird
... of its coal and iron You be mighty hunters and keepers, ...
A Memory
... Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child ...
Jaguar
... I too will make covert of a crevice in the night, ...
Tidings
... (Easter 1916) Censored lies that mimic truth&hellip ...
Dedication
... Scattering a brief fire about your feet&hellip ...
The Garden
... Where none may see - not even ye who gave - ...
Manhattan
... Throwing an ephemeral glory about life's vanishing points, ...
Submerged
... All that is submerged, encased, unfolded, ...
Lullaby
... (There's a shout at the door an' a big red light&hellip ...
A Toast
... 'Twere well - by the creeds ye have nursed - ...
Iron Wine
... Surely it is a strong wine - juice distilled of the fierce iron ...
The Foundling
... Accouched and comforted and sleeping warm, ...
Snow Dance For The Dead
... Dance forth into the shaggy night that shakes itself upon you ...
Flotsam
... With no more rustle than a dropped leaf settling - ...
Spires
... Travailed with the mountains&hellip ...
