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 ...
You can see the sandhills from our new room.Butterflieslive in the sandhillsand lizardsand centipedes.If you keep very stilllizards will think ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
It is dark… so dark, I remember the sun on Chios…It is still… so still, I hear the beat of ...
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
Cherry, cherry,glowing on the hearth,bright red cherry..When you try to pick up cherryCelia's shrieksticks in you like a pin.When God ...
Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;High-flung signsBlinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;Girls in blackCircling monotonouslyAbout the orange lights…Nothing ...
Light!Innumerable ions of light,Kindling, irradiating,All to their foci tending…Light that jingles like anklet chainsOn bevies of little lithe twinkling feet,Or ...
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
A late snow beatsWith cold white fists upon the tenements -Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,Like tall old slatternsPulling aprons about ...
Dance, little children ... it is holy twilight . . .Have you hung paper flowers about the necks of the ...
They pass through the great iron gates -Men with eyes gravely discerning,Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranesOr split an ...
The woman with jewels sits in the cafe,Spraying light like a fountain.Diamonds glitter on her bulbous fingersAnd on her arms, ...
Nasal intonations of lightand clicking tongues * * *publicity of windowsstoning me with pent-up cries * * *smells of abattoirs ...
There is music in the strongDeep-throated bush,Whisperings of songHeard in the leaves' hush -Ballads of the treesIn tongues unknown -A ...
Tender and tremulous green of leavesTurned up by the wind,Twanging among the vines -Wind in the grassBlowing a clear pathFor ...
Tender and tremulous green of leavesTurned up by the wind,Twanging among the vines -Wind in the grassBlowing a clear pathFor ...
I see you, refulgent ones,Burning so steadilyLike big white arc lights…There are so many of you.I like to watch you ...
Men die…Dreams only change their houses.They cannot be lined up against a wallAnd quietly buried under ground,And no more heard ...
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