Lola Ridge

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

Debris


I love those spirits
That men stand off and point at,
Or shudder and hood up their souls -
Those ruined ones,
Where Liberty has lodged an hour
And passed like flame,
Bursting asunder the too small house.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, February 08, 2012

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