Poems by Lola Ridge

A spring wind on the Bowery,
Blowing the fluff of night shelters
Off bedraggled garments,
An...

Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,
In a vesture of gold--
Spun of innumerable arcs,
Flar...

Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflect...

Indigo bulb of darkness
Punctured by needle lights
Through a fissure of brick canyon shutting o...

Warped.. Gland-dry..
With spine askew
And body shrunken into half its space..
Well-used as som...

Do you remember
Honey-melon moon
Dripping thick sweet light
Where Canal Street saunters off by...

Come forth, you workers!
Let the fires go cold--
Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs--...

Secrets
infesting my half-sleep..
did you enter my wound from another wound
brushing mine in a...

I We are old,
Old as song.
Before Rome was
Or Cyrene.
Mad nights knew us
And old men's wiv...

Small towns
Crawling out of their green shirts..
Tubercular towns
Coughing a little at dawn..
...

The woman with jewels sits in the café,
Spraying light like a fountain.
Diamonds glitter...

I That was a great night we spied upon
See-sawing home,
Singing a hot sweet song to the super...

Long vast shapes.. Cooled and flushed through with darkness..
Lidless windows
Glazed with a fla...

Hallo, Metropolitan--
Ubiquitous windows staring all ways,
Red eye notching the darkness.
No...

Blow through me wind
As you blow through apple blossoms..
Scatter me in shining petals over the...