Lola Ridge

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

The Tidings - Poem by Lola Ridge

(Easter 1916)

Censored lies that mimic truth…
Censored truth as pale as fear…
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear…

My heart is like a mother bird,
Circling ever higher,
And the nest-tree rimmed about
By a forest fire…

My heart is like a lover foiled
By a broken stair -
They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street,
And I am not there!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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