Lola Ridge

(December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)

Lola Ridge Poems

1. The Dream 1/13/2003
2. Betty 2/8/2012
3. Broadway 4/21/2010
4. Dispossessed 4/21/2010
5. A Memory 4/21/2010
6. Dreams 4/21/2010
7. Art And Life 4/21/2010
8. Faces 4/21/2010
9. Flotsam 2/8/2012
10. Bowery Afternoon 4/21/2010
11. A Toast 4/21/2010
12. Altitude 2/8/2012
13. Babel 4/21/2010
14. Debris 4/21/2010
15. Dawn Wind 4/21/2010
16. A Worn Rose 4/21/2010
17. Celia 2/8/2012
18. Manhattan 4/21/2010
19. Dedication 4/21/2010
20. East River 2/8/2012
21. Spires 4/21/2010
22. Emma Goldman 2/8/2012
23. Brooklyn Bridge 2/8/2012
24. Palestine 4/21/2010
25. North Wind 4/21/2010
26. An Old Workman 2/8/2012
27. Histrionics 4/21/2010
28. The Star 4/21/2010
29. Electricity 2/8/2012
30. After Storm 2/8/2012
31. Frank Little At Calvary 4/21/2010
32. Cactus Seed 2/8/2012
33. Monologues 2/8/2012
34. Fuel 4/21/2010
35. Comrades 2/8/2012
36. Lullaby 4/21/2010
37. Snow Dance For The Dead 4/21/2010
38. Promenade 4/21/2010
39. Scandal 2/8/2012
40. Spring 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Lola Ridge

The Dream

I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day....
(Air
heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium...
domes
fired in sulphurous mist...
sea
quiescent as a gray seal...
and the emerging sun
spurting up gold
over Sydney, smoke-pale, rising out of the bay....)
But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water--
where shall I pour my dream?

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A Toast

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;

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