Biography of Lola Ridge
an anarchist poet and an influential editor of avant-garde, feminist, and Marxist publications best remembered for her long poems and poetic sequences. She, along with other political poets of the early Modernist period, has been coming under increasing critical scrutiny at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
Life and Writings
Ridge grew up in New Zealand and Australia, and moved to the San Francisco in 1907.
Her first book, The Ghetto and Other Poems was published in 1918. The title poem portrays the Jewish community of Hester Street New York, and deals with the effects of capitalism, gender conflict and conflicts between generations on this immigrant community in ways that bear comparison to the works of Charles Reznikoff. The book was a critical success and led to her involvement with avant-garde magazines such as Others and Broom. Ridge went on to publish four more books of poetry. October 22, 1919, she married David Laws. In 1929, she went to Yaddo. In 1935, she was a Guggenheim Fellow. In 1936, she won the Shelley Memorial Award.
Her papers are held at Smith College.
Although never a member of any political party, she protested against the execution of Sacco and Vanzetti in 1927, for which she was arrested. She also supported Tom Mooney, and Warren Billings, who had been framed for a bombing at the Preparedness Day Parade in San Francisco in 1916. Her third book, Red Flag 1927 collected much of her political poetry.
Lola Ridge's Works:
The Ghetto, and Other Poems, Huebsch, 1918.
Sun-Up, and Other Poems, Huebsch, 1920; Lightning Source Inc, 2008
Red Flag, Viking, 1927.
Firehead, Payson & Clarke, 1929.
Dance of Fire, Smith & Haas, 1935.
Daniel Tobin, ed. (2007). Light in hand: selected early poems. Quale Press.
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Lola Ridge Poems
I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.... (Air
You can see the sandhills from our new room. Butterflies live in the sandhills and lizards
I remember The crackle of the palm trees Over the mooned white roofs of the town… The shining town…
Light! Innumerable ions of light, Kindling, irradiating, All to their foci tending…
Tender and tremulous green of leaves Turned up by the wind, Twanging among the vines - Wind in the grass
Drab discoloration Of faces, façades, pawn-shops, Second-hand clothing, Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms,
I love those spirits That men stand off and point at, Or shudder and hood up their souls - Those ruined ones,
Pythoness body—arching Over the night like an ecstasy— I feel your coils tightening… And the world’s lessening breath.
I wonder how it would be here with you, where the wind that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
Men die… Dreams only change their houses. They cannot be lined up against a wall And quietly buried under ground,
Art And Life
When Art goes bounding, lean, Up hill-tops fired green To pluck a rose for life.
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold - Span of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying -
Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel - Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul, So that never again should men be able To fashion one infinite, towering whole.
I would be a torch unto your hand, A lamp upon your forehead, Labor, In the wild darkness before the Dawn
Not your martyrs anointed of heaven -
The ages are red where they trod -
But the Hunted - the world's bitter leaven -
Who smote at your imbecile God -
A being to pander and fawn to,
To propitiate, flatter and dread
As a thing that your souls are in pawn to,
A Dealer who traffics the dead;