Poem by Lola Ridge

To the Others

I see you, refulgent ones,
Burning so steadily
Like big white arc lights...
There are so many of you.
I like to watch you weaving--
Altogether and with precision
Each his ray--
Your tracery of light,
Making a shining way about America.

I note your infinite reactions--
In glassware
And sequin
And puddles
And bits of jet--
And here and there a diamond...

But you do not yet see me,
Who am a torch blown along the wind,
Flickering to a spark
But never out.

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

Katharine Tynan To the Others ("This was the gleam then that lured from far")

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