Lola Ridge

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

East River - Poem by Lola Ridge

Dour river
Jaded with monotony of lights
Diving off mast heads….
Lights mad with creating in a river… turning its sullen back…
Heave up, river…
Vomit back into the darkness your spawn of light….
The night will gut what you give her.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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