Lola Ridge (December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)
Of faces, façades, pawn-shops,
Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms,
Odors of rancid life…
Of eyes and windows
Alike devoid of light…
Holes wherein life scratches -
Nosing to the gutter's end…
Show-rooms and mimic pillars
Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules
Bosoms and posturing thighs…
Over all the Elevated
Droning like a bloated fly.
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