Lola Ridge

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

Art And Life - Poem by Lola Ridge

When Art goes bounding, lean,
Up hill-tops fired green
To pluck a rose for life.

Life like a broody hen
Cluck-clucks him back again.

But when Art, imbecile,
Sits old and chill
On sidings shaven clean,
And counts his clustering
Dead daisies on a string
With witless laughter….

Then like a new Jill
Toiling up a hill
Life scrambles after.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2012


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