Lola Ridge

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

Lola Ridge Poems

1. In Harness 2/8/2012
2. Jaguar 2/8/2012
3. The Everlasting Return 4/21/2010
4. The Fiddler 4/21/2010
5. Reveille 2/8/2012
6. Potpourri 2/8/2012
7. Thaw 2/8/2012
8. To Larkin 2/8/2012
9. The Legion Of Iron 4/21/2010
10. The Song 4/21/2010
11. The Alley 2/8/2012
12. Windows 2/8/2012
13. The Fog 4/21/2010
14. The Foundling 4/21/2010
15. Submerged 4/21/2010
16. The Spilling Of The Wine 4/21/2010
17. The White Bird 4/21/2010
18. Under-Song 4/21/2010
19. The Song Of Iron 4/21/2010
20. To Alexander Berkman 2/8/2012
21. Wind Rising In The Alleys 2/8/2012
22. Train Window 2/8/2012
23. The Tidings 4/21/2010
24. Sun-Up 2/8/2012
25. The Woman With Jewels 4/21/2010
26. Jude 2/8/2012
27. Wild Duck 2/8/2012
28. To The Others 4/21/2010
29. The Edge 4/21/2010
30. To The American People 2/8/2012
31. Skyscrapers 2/8/2012
32. Sons Of Belial 2/8/2012
33. Iron Wine 4/21/2010
34. Wall Street At Night 2/8/2012
35. Portraits 2/8/2012
36. The Garden 4/21/2010
37. Interim 2/8/2012
38. Secrets 2/8/2012
39. Mama 2/8/2012
40. The Fire 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Lola Ridge

The Dream

I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day....
(Air
heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium...
domes
fired in sulphurous mist...
sea
quiescent as a gray seal...
and the emerging sun
spurting up gold
over Sydney, smoke-pale, rising out of the bay....)
But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water--
where shall I pour my dream?

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A Memory

I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat… a little apart… in the close-pressing night.

The moon hung above us like a golden mango,

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