Debris Poem by Lola Ridge

Debris

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I love those spirits
That men stand off and point at,
Or shudder and hood up their souls -
Those ruined ones,
Where Liberty has lodged an hour
And passed like flame,
Bursting asunder the too small house.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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