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 ...
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
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 ...
Nasal intonations of lightand clicking tongues * * *publicity of windowsstoning me with pent-up cries * * *smells of abattoirs ...
Was there a wind? Tap. tap. Night pads upon the snow with moccasined feet. and it is still. so still. ...
What of the silence of the keysAnd silvery hands? The iron sings…Though bows lie broken on the strings,The fly-wheels turn ...
I have known only my own shallows -Safe, plumbed places,Where I was wont to preen myself.But for the abyssI wanted ...
I wonderhow it would be here with you,where the windthat has shaken off its dust in low valleystouches one cleanly,as ...
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