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 ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in ...
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;Ring me a ball in the ...
I. THOSE fine-drawn string?d notes so inly smite, It is as if the bows of sprites could strain The sensitive ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
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