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 ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
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 ...
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me…But there was time…And I lay ...
Man of the flame-eyesAnd mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter,And little bald man . . . whose seeming ...
They pass through the great iron gates -Men with eyes gravely discerning,Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranesOr split an ...
Not your martyrs anointed of heaven -The ages are red where they trod -But the Hunted - the world's bitter ...
Wind, just arisen -(Off what cool mattress of marsh-mossIn tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars,Or niche of cliff under the ...
I rememberThe crackle of the palm treesOver the mooned white roofs of the town…The shining town…And the tender fumbling of ...
The old men of the world have made a fireTo warm their trembling hands.They poke the young men in.The young ...
I am of the wind…A wisp of the battering wind…I trail my fingers along the AlpsAnd an avalanche falls in ...
Men die…Dreams only change their houses.They cannot be lined up against a wallAnd quietly buried under ground,And no more heard ...
Spires of Grace Church,For you the workers of the worldTravailed with the mountains…Aborting their own dreamsTill the dream of you ...
Old plant of Asia -Mutilated vineHolding earth's leaping sapIn every stem and shootThat lopped off, sprouts again -Why should you ...
Pythoness body - archingOver the night like an ecstasy -I feel your coils tightening…And the world's lessening breath. (Lola Ridge)
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