Lola Ridge

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

The Fog - Poem by Lola Ridge

Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk -
Snaring, illuding, concealing,
Magically conjuring -
Turning to fairy-coaches
Beetle-backed limousines
Scampering under the great Arch -
Making a decoy of blue overalls
And mystery of a scarlet shawl -
Indolently -
Knowing no impediment of its sure advance -
Descends the fog.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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