The Edge (Lola Ridge Poems)
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me…But there was time…And I lay ...
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me…But there was time…And I lay ...
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 ...
Was there a wind? Tap. tap. Night pads upon the snow with moccasined feet. and it is still. so still. ...
Snow wraiths circle usLike washers of the dead,Flapping their white wet clothsImpatientlyAbout the grizzled head,Where the coarse hair mats like ...
I love you, malcontentMale wind -Shaking the pollen from a flowerOr hurling the sea backward from the grinning sand.Blow on ...
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