I love those spirits
That men stand off and point at,
Or shudder and hood up their souls –
Those ruined ones,
Where Liberty has lodged an hour
And passed like flame,
Bursting asunder the too small house.
(Lola Ridge)
More Poetry from Lola Ridge:
- The Ghetto (Lola Ridge Poems)
- Betty (Lola Ridge Poems)
- The Song Of Iron (Lola Ridge Poems)
- The Everlasting Return (Lola Ridge Poems)
- Frank Little At Calvary (Lola Ridge Poems)
- Celia (Lola Ridge Poems)