The Ghetto (Lola Ridge Poems)
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
Within the great grey flapping tentThe damp crowd stood or stamped about;And some came in, and some went outTo drink ...
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared ...
NOW the frosty stars are gone:I have watched them one by one,Fading on the shores of Dawn.Round and full the ...
To hurt the Negro and avoid the JewIs the curriculum. In mid-SeptemberThe entering boys, identified by hats,Wander in a maze ...
A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy,Where things are said unfit to hear, And things are done ...
My boyhood was disappeared with mom's bier along the long road.I lost my first love on the road like a ...
HE will be cold tonight- Always he felt it so.(Strange not to lift the light, Strange not to go,Softly- for he forgets, Careless ...
I turn the page of the day,writing what I'm toldby the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
THE long white windows blankly stare Across the sodden, tangled grass, Weed-covered are the pathways where ...
THIS city's greatness glares - a wild obsession,New, crude, harsh, unremembering, un-romantlc;Some latent thing gropes here, unseen, gigantic,With Internecine commerce ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Let not the deep cup be filled with rich, amber-colored wine; My mind ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
For supper we had curried tripe. I washed the dishes, wound the clock; Then for awhile I smoked my pipe ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
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