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.

(C) Lola Ridge
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Lola Ridge

• Interim
• Histrionics
• Monologues
• Time-stone
• The Fire
• Mother
• North Wind
• Secrets
• The Alley
• The Dream
• A Memory
• Portraits
• Art And Life
• Jude
• The Fog
• Betty
• An Old Workman
• Cactus Seed
• Comrades
• Celia
• Brooklyn Bridge