Poems by Lola Ridge
The Dream
... over Sydney, smoke-pale, rising out of the bay ...
The Destroyer
... As we whirl about the circle of the globe&hellip ...
The Fiddler
... Through the milky haze of the smoke, ...
The Edge
... I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me&hellip ...
The Fire
... They catch him and bind him and throw him again to the flames ...
The Legion Of Iron
... And the lights guttering out like candles in a wind&hellip ...
Promenade
... On gems half weary of their glittering&hellip ...
The Fog
... Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk - ...
Under-Song
... Yet falling through the night ...
Faces
... And the snow with its devilish and silken whisper&hellip ...
Histrionics
... on a filthy Chicago morning in the Eighties- ...
A Worn Rose
... Tingles so in her mouth's red core&hellip ...
Spring
... Bare-legged children stamp in the puddles, splashing each other, ...
Still, Citizen Sparrow
... He shoulders nature there, the frightfully free, ...
After the Last Bulletins
... Oh none too soon through the air white and dry ...
