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I shall know you, secrets by the litter you have left and by your bloody footprints.

Lola Ridge

Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the uttermost circles fading Into the tenderest hint of jade, Or fusing in tremulous twilight blues, Robing the far-flung offices, Scintillant-storied, forking flame, Or soaring to luminous amethyst Over the steeples aureoled.

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Night calls to the sandhills and gathers them under her. She pushes away cities because their sharp lights hurt her soft breast. Even candles make a sore place when they stick in the night.

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Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes... Of the cauled beginnings... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief... Let me blow the dust from off you... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand.

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Life You have been good to me.... You have not made yourself too dear to juggle with.

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As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have these to hide from death!

Lola Ridge

Lola Ridge

Lola Ridge

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Born: December 12, 1873

Died: May 19, 1941 (aged 67)

Bio: Lola Ridge, born Rose Emily Ridge was an Irish-American anarchist poet and an influential editor of avant-garde, feminist, and Marxist publications.

Known for:

The Ghetto And Other Poems (1918)
Sun-up And Other Poems (1920)
Light In Hand
Lola Ridge: Collected Early Poems

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