As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have these to hide from death! — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive ... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief ... Let me blow the… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Better--while life is quick And every pain immense and joy supreme, And all I have and am Flames upward to the dream ... Than… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
I shall know you, secrets by the litter you have left and by your bloody footprints. — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Life You have been good to me.... You have not made yourself too dear to juggle with. — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the uttermost circles… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
Night calls to the sandhills and gathers them under her. She pushes away cities because their sharp lights hurt her soft breast. Even candles… — Lola Ridge Copy Share Image
