I love those spirits
That men stand off and point at,
Or shudder and hood up their souls-
Those ruined ones,
Where Liberty has lodged an hour
And passed like flame,
Bursting asunder the too small house.

(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