Manhattan (Lola Ridge Poems)
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,In a vesture of gold -Span of innumerable arcs,Flaring and multiplying -Gold at the ...
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,In a vesture of gold -Span of innumerable arcs,Flaring and multiplying -Gold at the ...
The window born of a desire for skyhas stationed itself in the black wall like an angel:it's friend to man,a ...
Meaning, nature, has shed this glistening skin—Shrill shell of colors crying in the lightfor root or foot or body, boldly ...
NOT love, nor war, nor the tumultuous swellOf civil conflicts, nor the wrecks of change,And duty struggling with afflictions strange,Not ...
As far as sight could reach the wild peaks rose,Tier after tier against the limpid blue,Titanic forms that stormed the ...
This sea is covered with adolescentslearning to walk on waves, upright,sometimes resting their arms on the currents,sometimes gripping a stiff ...
The blue sea bends to the shipLike a dancer with skirts of lace-Wide diaphanous laces that curl and dipIn the ...
It did not recognise the meetingof the he and she.The blossom so enamouredcould not become flowery.It stopped its senses,refused discovery,descended ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Evening and morning, midnight and mid noon,For twice five lustres, this my cell hath been,My pleasure-house and prison.—I did swear,Kissing ...
Uninterruptedly falls the snow,Like meagre, long wool-strands, scant and slow,O'er the meagre, long plain disconsolate.Cold with lovelessness, warm with hate.Infinite, ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
Over the tops of the houses Twilight and sunset meet. The green, diaphanous dusk ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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