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 ...
Lola Ridge Poems (57 Poems)
The Foundling (Lola Ridge Poems)
Snow wraiths circle usLike washers of the dead,Flapping their white wet clothsImpatientlyAbout the grizzled head,Where the coarse hair mats like ...
North Wind (Lola Ridge Poems)
I love you, malcontentMale wind -Shaking the pollen from a flowerOr hurling the sea backward from the grinning sand.Blow on ...
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 ...
A Worn Rose (Lola Ridge Poems)
Where to-day would a dainty buyerImbibe your scented juice,Pale ruin with a heart of fire;Drain your succulence with her lips,Grown ...
To The Others (Lola Ridge Poems)
I see you, refulgent ones,Burning so steadilyLike big white arc lights…There are so many of you.I like to watch you ...
Bowery Afternoon (Lola Ridge Poems)
Drab discolorationOf faces, fa(Lola Ridge)
Fuel (Lola Ridge Poems)
What of the silence of the keysAnd silvery hands? The iron sings…Though bows lie broken on the strings,The fly-wheels turn ...
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, ...
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 ...
Histrionics (Lola Ridge Poems)
—Albert Parsonswent to his deathsinging Annie Laurie;didn't another havea rose in his coat—or was it a pink—dramatizing himself—Blooded rosestalkhanging out ...
Tidings (Lola Ridge Poems)
(Easter 1916)Censored lies that mimic truth…Censored truth as pale as fear…My heart is like a rousing bell -And but the ...
Submerged (Lola Ridge Poems)
I have known only my own shallows -Safe, plumbed places,Where I was wont to preen myself.But for the abyssI wanted ...
The Fiddler (Lola Ridge Poems)
In a little Hungarian cafeMen and women are drinkingYellow wine in tall goblets.Through the milky haze of the smoke,The fiddler, ...
Art And Life (Lola Ridge Poems)
When Art goes bounding, lean,Up hill-tops fired greenTo pluck a rose for life.Life like a broody henCluck-clucks him back again.But ...
The Fog (Lola Ridge Poems)
Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk -Snaring, illuding, concealing,Magically conjuring -Turning to fairy-coachesBeetle-backed limousinesScampering under the great Arch -Making ...
Altitude (Lola Ridge Poems)
I wonderhow it would be here with you,where the windthat has shaken off its dust in low valleystouches one cleanly,as ...
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 ...
An Old Workman (Lola Ridge Poems)
Warped. gland-dry.With spine askewAnd body shrunken into half its space.Well-used as some cracked paving-stone.Bearing on his grimed and pitted frontA ...
Debris (Lola Ridge Poems)
I love those spiritsThat men stand off and point at,Or shudder and hood up their souls -Those ruined ones,Where Liberty ...
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 ...
Babel (Lola Ridge Poems)
Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel -Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,So that never again should men ...
Star (Lola Ridge Poems)
Last nightI watched a star fall like a great pearl into the sea,Till my ego expanding encompassed sea and star,Containing ...
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)
Comrades (Lola Ridge Poems)
LifeYou have been good to me..You have not made yourself too dearto juggle with.(Lola Ridge)
The Dream (Lola Ridge Poems)
I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.... (Air heavy and massed and blue as ...