The Everlasting Return (Lola Ridge Poems)
It is dark… so dark, I remember the sun on Chios…It is still… so still, I hear the beat of ...
Lola Ridge Poems on Wine (3 Poems)
The Spilling Of The Wine (Lola Ridge Poems)
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
Iron Wine (Lola Ridge Poems)
The ore in the crucible is pungent, smelling like acrid wine,It is dusky red, like the ebb of poppies,And purple, ...