Poem by Lola Ridge

East River

Dour river
Jaded with monotony of lights
Diving off mast heads….
Lights mad with creating in a river… turning its sullen back…
Heave up, river…
Vomit back into the darkness your spawn of light….
The night will gut what you give her.

1. Frank Little at Calvary
2. Dawn Wind
3. The Ghetto
4. “The Everlasting Return”
5. Fuel

Print

1822 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version