Lola Ridge (December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)
Wall Street at Night
Long vast shapes… cooled and flushed through with darkness….
Glazed with a flashy luster
From some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.
And down among iron guts
Throwing gray spatter of light… pale without heat…
Like the pallor of dead bodies.
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