The Song Of Iron (Lola Ridge Poems)
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
I dreamed that we were sitting, a party of twenty, in a big room with openwindows.Among us were women, children, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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