Lola Ridge

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

To The American People - Poem by Lola Ridge

Will you feast with me, American People?
But what have I that shall seem good to you!

On my board are bitter apples
And honey served on thorns,
And in my flagons fluid iron,
Hot from the crucibles.

How should such fare entice you!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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