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 ...
Lola Ridge Poems on World (16 Poems)
The Song Of Iron (Lola Ridge Poems)
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
Celia (Lola Ridge Poems)
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 ...
Flotsam (Lola Ridge Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The White Bird (Lola Ridge Poems)
Man of the flame-eyesAnd mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter,And little bald man . . . whose seeming ...
The Legion Of Iron (Lola Ridge Poems)
They pass through the great iron gates -Men with eyes gravely discerning,Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranesOr split an ...
A Toast (Lola Ridge Poems)
Not your martyrs anointed of heaven -The ages are red where they trod -But the Hunted - the world's bitter ...
Dawn Wind (Lola Ridge Poems)
Wind, just arisen -(Off what cool mattress of marsh-mossIn tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars,Or niche of cliff under the ...
A Memory (Lola Ridge Poems)
I rememberThe crackle of the palm treesOver the mooned white roofs of the town…The shining town…And the tender fumbling of ...
The Fire (Lola Ridge Poems)
The old men of the world have made a fireTo warm their trembling hands.They poke the young men in.The young ...
The Destroyer (Lola Ridge Poems)
I am of the wind…A wisp of the battering wind…I trail my fingers along the AlpsAnd an avalanche falls in ...
Dreams (Lola Ridge Poems)
Men die…Dreams only change their houses.They cannot be lined up against a wallAnd quietly buried under ground,And no more heard ...
Spires (Lola Ridge Poems)
Spires of Grace Church,For you the workers of the worldTravailed with the mountains…Aborting their own dreamsTill the dream of you ...
Palestine (Lola Ridge Poems)
Old plant of Asia -Mutilated vineHolding earth's leaping sapIn every stem and shootThat lopped off, sprouts again -Why should you ...
Brooklyn Bridge (Lola Ridge Poems)
Pythoness body - archingOver the night like an ecstasy -I feel your coils tightening…And the world's lessening breath. (Lola Ridge)