Poems by Lola Ridge

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

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

In a little Hungarian café
Men and women are drinking
Yellow wine in tall goblets. &nbs...

Light!
innumerable ions of light,
Kindling, irradiating,
All to their foci tending.. ...

I Radiant notes
piercing my narrow-chested room,
beating down through my ceiling--
smeared w...

I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day..
(Air
heavy and massed and blue...

Men die..
Dreams only change their houses.
They cannot be lined up against a wall
And quietly ...

Dour river
Jaded with monotony of lights
Diving off mast heads..
Lights mad with creating in a...

Out of fiery contacts..
Rushing auras of steel
Touching and whirled apart..
Out of the charged...

How should they appraise you,
who walk up close to you
as to a mountain,
each proclaiming hi...

A late snow beats
With cold white fists upon the tenements--
Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutt...

I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low va...

I Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;
Café s glittering like jeweled teeth;
Hig...

Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk--
Snaring, illuding, concealing,
Magically conjur...

Snow wraiths circle us
Like washers of the dead,
Flapping their white wet cloths
Impatiently
...