Lola Ridge

(December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)

Lola Ridge Poems

1. In Harness 2/8/2012
2. The Everlasting Return 4/21/2010
3. The Fiddler 4/21/2010
4. Reveille 2/8/2012
5. To Larkin 2/8/2012
6. The Legion Of Iron 4/21/2010
7. The Song 4/21/2010
8. The Alley 2/8/2012
9. Wild Duck 2/8/2012
10. Windows 2/8/2012
11. Wall Street At Night 2/8/2012
12. Potpourri 2/8/2012
13. Thaw 2/8/2012
14. The Fire 4/21/2010
15. The Fog 4/21/2010
16. The Foundling 4/21/2010
17. The Spilling Of The Wine 4/21/2010
18. The White Bird 4/21/2010
19. Submerged 4/21/2010
20. Under-Song 4/21/2010
21. The Song Of Iron 4/21/2010
22. To Alexander Berkman 2/8/2012
23. Jaguar 2/8/2012
24. Wind Rising In The Alleys 2/8/2012
25. Train Window 2/8/2012
26. The Tidings 4/21/2010
27. Sun-Up 2/8/2012
28. The Destroyer 4/21/2010
29. The Woman With Jewels 4/21/2010
30. The Garden 4/21/2010
31. Jude 2/8/2012
32. To The American People 2/8/2012
33. To The Others 4/21/2010
34. The Edge 4/21/2010
35. Skyscrapers 2/8/2012
36. Sons Of Belial 2/8/2012
37. Portraits 2/8/2012
38. Interim 2/8/2012
39. Secrets 2/8/2012
40. Mama 2/8/2012
Best Poem of Lola Ridge

The Dream

I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day....
(Air
heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium...
domes
fired in sulphurous mist...
sea
quiescent as a gray seal...
and the emerging sun
spurting up gold
over Sydney, smoke-pale, rising out of the bay....)
But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water--
where shall I pour my dream?

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A Worn Rose

Where to-day would a dainty buyer
Imbibe your scented juice,
Pale ruin with a heart of fire;
Drain your succulence with her lips,
Grown sapless from much use…
Make minister of her desire
A chalice cup where no bee sips -
Where no wasp wanders in?

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