In Harness, by Lola Ridge
I The foreman's head
slowly circling..
White rims
under yellow disks of eyes..
Gold hairs
s...
Poems by Lola Ridge
Interim, by Lola Ridge
The earth is motionless
And poised in space..
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the a...
Iron Wine, by Lola Ridge
The ore in the crucible is pungent, smelling like acrid wine,
It is dusky red, like the ebb o...
Jaguar, by Lola Ridge
Nasal intonations of light
and clicking tongues..
publicity of windows
stoning me with pent-up...