Lola Ridge

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

Dedication - Poem by Lola Ridge

I would be a torch unto your hand,
A lamp upon your forehead, Labor,
In the wild darkness before the Dawn
That I shall never see…

We shall advance together, my Beloved,
Awaiting the mighty ushering…
Together we shall make the last grand charge
And ride with gorgeous Death
With all her spangles on
And cymbals clashing…
And you shall rush on exultant as I fall -
Scattering a brief fire about your feet…

Let it be so…
Better - while life is quick
And every pain immense and joy supreme,
And all I have and am
Flames upward to the dream…
Than like a taper forgotten in the dawn,
Burning out the wick.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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