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 ...
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
Man of the flame-eyesAnd mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter,And little bald man . . . whose seeming ...
I would be a torch unto your hand,A lamp upon your forehead, Labor,In the wild darkness before the DawnThat I ...
When Art goes bounding, lean,Up hill-tops fired greenTo pluck a rose for life.Life like a broody henCluck-clucks him back again.But ...
LifeYou have been good to me..You have not made yourself too dearto juggle with.(Lola Ridge)
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