Poem by Lola Ridge

Palestine

  Old plant of Asia--
  Mutilated vine
  Holding earth's leaping sap
  In every stem and shoot
  That lopped off, sprouts again--
  Why should you seek a plateau walled about,
  Whose garden is the world?

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

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