Wall Street At Night Poem by Lola Ridge

Wall Street At Night

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Long vast shapes… cooled and flushed through with darkness….
Lidless windows
Glazed with a flashy luster
From some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.
And down among iron guts
Piled silver
Throwing gray spatter of light… pale without heat…
Like the pallor of dead bodies.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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