Potential Titles: Lola Ridge

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Less weight than resting moonlight - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Flitted between larches in the lean twilights - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Any delicate report of you - Lola Ridge "Adelaide Crapsey"

Like a tent about the ice-capped stars - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Jeweled with a million flaming points - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Blue-forked flowers of lightning - Lola Ridge "After Storm"

Goaded by soliciting light - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

Audacious as hibiscus flowers - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

Five-pierced with old pain - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

A spindling thread unraveling silver - Lola Ridge "After the Recital (To Roland Hayes)"

At dawn before the locusts - Lola Ridge "The Alley"

With an ocean's belly underneath - Lola Ridge "Alliance"

The wind that has shaken off its dust - Lola Ridge "Altitude"

And anger but a little silence - Lola Ridge "Altitude"

Make brave sallies at the stars - Lola Ridge "Amy Lowell"

Thought at its own axis may be whorled - Lola Ridge "Appulse"

Stark precipice of walls - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

The wall pour forth without aim - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

White and still as a pillar of salt - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

In the trek of the blind snow - Lola Ridge "Back Yards"

Drive chariots in air - Lola Ridge "Betty"

The colors in hell's flag - Lola Ridge "Betty"

When the stars have gone inside - Lola Ridge "Betty"

To braid the crinkled-silver rain - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Carry them careful and very proud - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Falls off the wings of the silence - Lola Ridge "Betty"

With its back to the moon - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Creak when the wind steps on you - Lola Ridge "Betty"

A shadow with its eyes full - Lola Ridge "Betty"

Flung such luminous notes - Lola Ridge "Cactus Seed"

So close to the flowing dark - Lola Ridge "Caesar"

As it comes in empty places - Lola Ridge "Celia"

The night that walks alone - Lola Ridge "Celia"

The wet rags of the wind - Lola Ridge "Celia"

Commandeering sight like caravans - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Ignite dull talk to fables - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Hers by old certitude of use - Lola Ridge "Chinese Print (To E.A.K.)"

Quiescent as at the roots of mountains - Lola Ridge "Circuit"

One in the vast coil of silence - Lola Ridge "Circuit"

Burnt in every cusp of brass - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Clenching like a brazen fist - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Out of sheaths of amethyst - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Old fiery poisons burst their fragile goblets - Lola Ridge "Czar's Watch"

Hold the breath still and heart pale - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A fey sense illumines - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

The dim torch that Zarathustra blew on - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

As a white goat before the slaughter - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Beautiful as gulls upon the water - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Upon the silken silence of his feet - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Draws the trembling spirit like a seed - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Of some white palpitating core - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Burn up Manhattan like a reed - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A broken honeycomb spilling over the waxen edges - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Swarming up the mauve mist - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Catch the sun upon their snouts - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

My heart like a splintered vase - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Envious of the light it cannot hold - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

A golden nailhead, burning in your palm - Lola Ridge "Death Ray"

Stir the attar of unused air - Lola Ridge "Dedication"

A wisp of the battering wind - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

Trail my fingers along the Alps - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

Tear at the pillars of the world - Lola Ridge "The Destroyer"

The golden sheath of a remembered day - Lola Ridge "The Dream"

Where shall I pour my dream - Lola Ridge "The Dream"

Dreams only change their houses - Lola Ridge "Dreams"

Jaded with monotony of lights - Lola Ridge "East River"

With soft notes of the arisen lilies - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Gods of the first dark surmise - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Who parted waters with a glistening tusk - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

Came out with the privy stars at dusk - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

To trouble rivers with their small fierce eyes - Lola Ridge "Easter Morning"

On the drawn knees of the mountain - Lola Ridge "The Edge"

And held my heart up like a cup - Lola Ridge "The Edge"

Out of fiery contacts - Lola Ridge "Electricity"

Touching and whirled apart - Lola Ridge "Electricity"

A thought of storm-drenched fields - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

Threads of tortured silver - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

Fused in flaming circuit with the night - Lola Ridge "Electrocution"

His own eyeful against the other's eyeful - Lola Ridge "Emma Goldman"

Only time standing well off - Lola Ridge "Emma Goldman"

The jargon of engines quiet - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

A zigzag fire leapt in our sockets - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

The pyre their memories burn on - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

The sea that kneels above us - Lola Ridge "The Everlasting Return"

Only in silence can one hear - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Meet in one clear symphony - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Go veiled on secret silver thresholds - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

Who have scaled high sunsets - Lola Ridge "Eyrie (To E.A.R.)"

The dewdrop on the sorrel-blade - Lola Ridge "Fame"

A tiny silver mirror held to the high stars - Lola Ridge "Fame"

The august eye of Aldebaran - Lola Ridge "Fame"

Pay bright homage to oblivion - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

Singled from the anonymous host - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

Obliterating sands upon its bones - Lola Ridge [Firehead untitled prologue]

The day was arteried with fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Stagnate like a knot in time - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Coiled as in the primal chrysalis - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Lie between two lions paws - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Wore the rose of pain - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Erect upon her wheeling skies - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

That great flame upon the scrolls - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Compounded of light and air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

In infinite order streaming - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Rocked like a trapeze of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Whirled betwixt their spinning bands - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

A trestle between earth and heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

With a mellow and secret laughter - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

Tasting of its bronze and iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

And smite horizons like a gong - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 1: Midafternoon"

The mask of light that pressed his face - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Bone and sinew dragging mountains down - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

All that hues the chrysalis - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

A trampled fire begins again to glow - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Caught between two winds - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Astray from the straight pure bevel - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Old wisdoms of the loam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

As though marble should be pithed with flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Eye acrid as a quince - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

An immense blurred harmony - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

One dark note weaving endlessly - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

In an envelope of fire not yet struck to flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

Rams straining beyond the gate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

From the matrix of the black cloud - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 2: The Man from Joppa"

In the conch shell of darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Of the fiber of lightning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Admitted to the cabalas of the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

As a reed holds song - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Thumb-printed on the quarried stone - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

A fleck of ash on the pomegranate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

In the pillared flame of music - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Of music that is time made audible - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

End past compass or compute - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

An octave in its flight - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Little hatreds and chiming loves - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Fed them honey of his heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

A vast April moving on the void - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

The first stammering upon the waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

In the vast equations of the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Golden spools of the sun and dawns - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Heard now the feet of centuries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

The quiet at the core of hurricanes - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Divide the ancient body of the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Burning solace on his tongue - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Blazoning his face above the mountains - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Blazing a wide path to Rome - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

As to the heart of a poppy seed - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Omnivorous and without mercy - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Pierced with the white crow of dawn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Informing the night's arteries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

That hold their tiny revels on a thorn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Pass in some bright avalanche of dew - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Cleaving shadows in their dance - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Perfect as a wish forever unfulfilled - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Their bright invulnerable seed - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Strew an alien luster on the air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Dissolved like an old moon - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Leaving a corpselight burning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Moved amid the multitude of olive trees - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

And lizards moved with noiseless feet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

The white bones of fanged Jerusalem - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Tainted with some strange infection - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Dragged a load of stars along our wake - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Overflowed the dim gold vase of evening - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Without blare of any gilded trumpet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

The bugles of the light are blowing - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Take a multitude for a partner - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Became apples for vultures - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Cactus for a pillow - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The dark solstice of his dream - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Light that was its shining currency - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

Over the whispering congregation of the lilies - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The savor of bitter waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 1: Flower of Silver"

The lilies braced their narrow shoulders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

To range the highways of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Hanging by a thread of light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Aimed at me his lightning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

This hollow at the red pith of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

With eyes like angry wasps - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Less weight than moonbeams - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

Seed of the fierce flame that burned on Horeb - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

Eleven petals about the rose - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

Laughter in the night's valleys - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

The rim about the circle of nothingness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 3: The Void"

With no fierce hungers in my soul - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Dark adventure for the heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Strange signals on the air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Leaving the eye uncertain of their shining - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Invading all the pastures of the flesh - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Whose ardors work in men and tigers - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

While rain falls through oleanders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Time is a frenzied music in my ears - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

From battle grounds of memory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Hooding all dark secrets of the flesh - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The down-rushing arc of heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Faint beneath the kiss of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The larger innocence of air - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The locked shadow of their wings - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

That leaned so gaunt against the sky - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

And his heart is fed with water - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

A fey thin singing in his blood - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The wheedling ways of conquest - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Impose upon me a sense of sin - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

To mime with sorrow for a mask - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

Nor withheld one bright jot - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

And whirl into a tranced oblivion - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The lava-dusted bottom of a cup - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

That hovers like a burning dove - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

A melody in the throats of morning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 1: The Magdalene"

The morning came like primroses - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

That took the light like ivory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The fiery point of the drawn star - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Streaming over the blue miles - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The veins of evening had been drained - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

For increase of their luster - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

That feed on the vast fig of evening - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Apples of fire ripened and fell - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Burned from lime to apricot - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Pouring a brimming fire in their eyes - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Drew their sundered spirits close - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A silver stream of fishes on the march - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

And dance each with his neighbor - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Within each eye the naked blade - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The chill morning coming over Egypt - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Left within it graft of alien fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A wind frail as a kitten's paw - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Sweet as many roses on one stem - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Rose heart of many thousand mornings - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Deep as the earth carries her jewels - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Twilight people to be a dusk in memory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

As out of a burst crystal - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Inflow of jewelled waters - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The white eyes of blind gods - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Of unicorns all dripping gold - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A dream corrupts if kept too long - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Shook the moonlight from his shoulders - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Wishful in secret to forget - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Upon her tongues of iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The traitorous earth that scorpions nest in - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Newly arisen from delirium - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

And reach his arms out to the night - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

The dim pulse of the rye - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

Slow tread of barley in loam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IV: The Stone 2: The Mother"

A vacuum that time should circle - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 1: The Ray"

A sphere surrounding nothingness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 1: The Ray"

Stone-dust on his tongue - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

The brackish tangs of the raw ores - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

In the drop poised upon the thorn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

Lilies unwithering, magnolias of iron - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

A coiling and dark place - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 2: The Vision of the Church"

Beheld the paradigm of light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 3: The Ray II"

Whirled amid the pillared frame of ivory - Lola Ridge "Firehead part V: Peter 3: The Ray II"

When may we leave for Babylon? - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Rampant in the sun of yesterday - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

A split rind emptied of all good - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

April fills its jar with bloom - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Galleys miss appointments with the tides - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Light glimpsed upon the rims of vision - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Between them and the floating dust - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Within the circle of its radiance - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Shook unto their gnarled roots - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Upon the withered vine of thought - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Aspire unto its valiant company - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

As the vulture fell like a flung stone - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Peer into the craters of an eyeless god - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

That sank a javelin in my heart - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Freed from the harsh fires of the soul - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

The darkened corners of the spirit - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Bustling on her thousand ways - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Not disintegrate to final dust - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

In which elemental things achieve volition - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

Those shining galleys of the stars - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 1: Before Dawn"

A silvery whisper upon the morning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Coifed in the bright beginning - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Drift now beneath its feathered darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

The arousing fanfare of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

A clear tone like a silver trumpet - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Made terrible with too much light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 2: The Unborn"

Morning is a bird set for flight - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 3: Lullaby"

One mane of a thousand lions - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VI: The Merchant of Babylon 3: Lullaby"

A floating bubble of silence - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Silence as at the core of a jewel - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Be a brand for his consuming - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Shall blaze before I darken - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Made marble blossom in quarries - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Gold artery the faithful rock - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Where is no food for eagles - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Had been safer with the lions - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

A thousand winters in my bones - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Touch a glowworm for your star - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

Touching the current of the beam - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VII: Thaddeus the Unborn 1: The Call"

A thumb print on the rim of azure - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

The gliding silence of the vulture - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

The wings drip coral flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Reappear upon its foreseen circle - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Wrote on my heart with stylus of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Builded about the hollow of their dream - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

With the air conspire a fiery treason - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Wings great enough to sustain our victories - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Shapes of foam that banner in the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Shattering the moonlight on the Euphrates - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Scorpions crawling through the crevices - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

Drinking fouled water and sour wines - Lola Ridge "Firehead part VIII: The Bondman 1: Mid-Afternoon"

In which the living sap might burn - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

The living tendons of a flame - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

Against the dimmer arc of heaven - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 1: Mary of Magdala"

Blew a golden horn among the olive trees - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Amid the plumbless jasmine of the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

As moons silver the Dead Sea - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

The endless banalities of water - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Down into rich and endless darkness - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Had no hunger for the light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Who wrestled with all the winds - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

A wand of fire immaculate - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Underneath the diapason of the sun - Lola Ridge "Firehead part IX: Resurrection 2: John Walks in the Morning"

Snow wraiths circle us - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

The parasitic snow that clings about them - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

The blizzard waltzes with the night - Lola Ridge "The Foundling"

Where men are fed into the fires - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Out of the silence of wheels - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

In endless reverberations under the mountain - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

A blood-shot eye in the black mask of night - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Raced by each blind-folded street - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Missed no gesture of the wind - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Sweet inquisition of light - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

Labor walks beside the mules - Lola Ridge "Frank Little at Calvary"

The silence of keys and silvery hands - Lola Ridge "Fuel"

Lit only by the memories of stars - Lola Ridge "The Garden"

Covering all avenues of air - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a river addled with its hot tide - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Abiding brood of those ancient mothers - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Who saw the dawn break over Egypt - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Under the molten silence of the desert - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The scorpions tick-ticking on the sand - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The infinite procession of those feet - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Time spins like a crazy dial - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Fiery static atom - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Her lit eyes kindling the mob - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

One more pebble in the pack - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The love of her lyric body - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The glow of darkened lights - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Drums rattling like curses - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Torches spluttering silver fire - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Picking up the slipped threads - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a crazy quilt stretched on a line - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Takes on a garbled majesty - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The herded stalls in dissolute array - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

With flashes of barbaric hues - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

An ancient tapestry of motley weave - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

No peg to hang their taunts upon - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Backed by a nickel star - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Stored away in his mind's lavender - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Born to trade as to a caul - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Peddles the notions of the hour - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Balanced like scales at nought - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Old thoughts, dry as snuff - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Dainty antennae for the touch and withdrawal - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Vibrant with the momentum of long runs - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a flute among trombones - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

World-voices chanting grand arias - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Half-heard like rain on pools - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Majestic discords greater than harmonies - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Waving their dreams like flags - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The waste light of stars - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The stark trunks of the factories - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

With dust of long oblivions - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Staring as through a choked glass - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Nude glory of the moon - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

A word molten out of the mouth of God - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Burning spires in aureoles of light - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Till they shine like phosphorus - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

The frail moon worn to a silvery tissue - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Piping in silvery thin sweet staccato - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like a litter of tiny bells - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Swirling in tumultuous uncharted tides - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Out of spent particles stirring - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Like flame at an asbestos curtain - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

A bitter wine out of the bloody stills of the world - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Sunrise glimmering upon a gallows - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

Streak of silver song ravelled with rain - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

You shall outlast horizons - Lola Ridge "'Histrionics'"

Light fine as a wasp's sting - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

The silence a compressed sting - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Breaks out of the shivered circle - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Leaps like flame to flame - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

Eyes like suddenly yielded gates - Lola Ridge "In Harness"

The wishful dream of a fairy king - Lola Ridge "Incognito (To P.C.)"

Feet that dance on slipping earth - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

Laughter in tears and malice in mirth - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

A curt tone of blue - Lola Ridge "Incompatibility"

Between the alleys of the stars - Lola Ridge "Interim"

Like the ebb of poppies - Lola Ridge "Iron Wine"

Like the blood of elderberries - Lola Ridge "Iron Wine"

Stalking the first star - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Alone into the Silence - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Waver and dwindle and be lost - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

In a million avid points - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

Of a crevice in the night - Lola Ridge "Jaguar"

So the shadows have it their way - Lola Ridge "Jude"

When you scoop a sunbeam up - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Can look in the face of the sun - Lola Ridge "Jude"

The sun gets angry when you stare - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Like God out of his Burning Bush - Lola Ridge "Jude"

As a fierce red spider on a burning thread - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Watching all roads at one time - Lola Ridge "Jude"

A black chimney throwing up sparks - Lola Ridge "Jude"

Pliant with the strength of rooted things - Lola Ridge "Kerensky"

Gorgeous Death with all her spangles - Lola Ridge "Labor"

Like a taper forgotten in the dawn - Lola Ridge "Labor"

Split an inch into thousandths - Lola Ridge "The Legion of Iron"

Knowing force as a brother - Lola Ridge "The Legion of Iron"

In a spray of amethyst and gold - Lola Ridge "Libation"

That slay all colour as they run - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"

With naked lilies in white truce - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"

Gold at the uttermost circles fading - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Into the tenderest hint of jade - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Towers squatting graven and cold - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

On velvet bales of the dark - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Appraising indolent idol's eye - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

About life's vanishing points - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Of unknown voltage whirling on your axis - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Scrawling vermillion signatures - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Innumberable ions of light - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Light that jingles like anklet chains - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like trillions of porcelain vases shattering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Diffusing in shimmering nebulae - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Submerging the low-lying stars - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Captive light in the goblets quivering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Infinite bubbles of light - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like a great spurious diamond - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Her hydra heads above the avenues - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Crouching like a great cat - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Flotsam of the five oceans - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

On this raft of the world - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Nimble shadows out of the jigging tree - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Glitters in indigo darkness - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Rimming vistas of mean streets - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Littered with memories like ancient garrets - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Ask nothing of the spring - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

In strands of shattered rose - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Undulant rustlings of oncoming silk - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Pink inuendoes hooded in gray - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like buds in a cobweb - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Gems half weary of their glittering - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

And spires rise like litanies - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Late snow beats with cold white fists - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Out of the black pockets of alleys - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Snow with its devilish and silken whisper - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Like a skunk that roots about the heart - Lola Ridge "Manhattan Lights"

Talked in mellow day-ends - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Spread quivering spokes of gold - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Spices drifted out of the blown fire - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Against the words of princes - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

The faint gold light of evening - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

That loitered with silken slippers - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Silken slippers upon the pinnacles - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Have touched their deep quietness - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

No more communicants of the green sap - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Bring to you their spindling hungers - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Carrying light like sunsets upon wings - Lola Ridge "Mo-ti"

Still whirling on their concrete bases - Lola Ridge "Morning Ride"

Blazon the immolated dreams that silled - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

That spilled their colors in your tawny bronze - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Sound in your audacious symphony - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Tearing at their own roots - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Standing up in its shaken deeps - Lola Ridge "Moscow Bells, 1917"

Turning harsh things to beauty - Lola Ridge "Mother"

And loved you for what they are not - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Nothing buried or thrown away - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Softly triumphant folding immensities of light - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Flowing immune and cold - Lola Ridge "Mother"

Punctured by needle lights - Lola Ridge "Nocturne"

If we should meet the Snow - Lola Ridge "North Wind"

A dime for a wired rose - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

Nickel to ride to the zigzag stars - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

Who feed you on cardboard ships - Lola Ridge "Phyllis"

That strain to touch their tips with stars - Lola Ridge "Re-birth"

Red flag waving over Spartacus - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Till the lopped staff blooms again - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Over devastation I salute you - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"

Let the iron run wild - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Your lives like dust in your hands - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

In your irresistible unspent force - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Shall enter like the wind - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Fly to the mountains for one safe bough - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Impact of charged atoms in ceaseless vibration - Lola Ridge "Russian Women"

Swarming particles of light - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Follow each other in shimmering confusion - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Emptying her craters of their silvery ash - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Light spinning a gossamer trestle - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Swung from the flame of windows - Lola Ridge "Saint's Bridge"

Snare you on my sharper edges - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

Running over my soul without sound - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

And dreams disintegrate like breath - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

Caparisoned in your secret darkness - Lola Ridge "Seed"

Secret darkness full of green banners - Lola Ridge "Seed"

Statured to a savage innocence - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Stately as a flower of cactus - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

As one who fears old ambush - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

In the golden distance of your eyes - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Not all the rain of centuries - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Two points of amber fire - Lola Ridge "Shadow"

Austerely greeting the sun - Lola Ridge "Skyscrapers"

Dance in the dim violet places - Lola Ridge "Snow-Dance for the Dead"

The dim chaos of the roofs - Lola Ridge "Solo"

Old as song - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

Who spilled the sacred oil - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And stuck the stars among her hair - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And all our fumbling voices - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

Rise up with singing roots - Lola Ridge "Sons of Belial"

And sings exultant with the Iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

That dares and endures the crucible - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Day is at the gates and a young wind - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Running along the roots of the mountains - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Feel the long recoil of earth - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

The brazen, articulate tongues of the Iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

To the rhythm of prisons dismantled - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

To the rhythm of arsenals burning - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Gnashing of steel serpents twisting - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Screeching of steam-glutted cauldrons - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Shock of leviathans prone - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Locked mammoths of iron - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Tasting the turbulent fury of living - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Torn into octaves discordantly clashing - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

That wear no shadow on their nakedness - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

The recurrent shadow of the night - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Arisen in a jeweled fly - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Evades the cold extortion of your eye - Lola Ridge "Sonnet (To E.S.)"

Remembered terror in your touch - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Wild trees that strain against the dawn - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

That have tamed a million such - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Breaking the long stride of stars - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Of old harsh remedies - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

Bitter healing at the roots of seas - Lola Ridge "South-East Wind"

I know you flower darkly - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Eaves-dropping on your silences - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

As sluggish waters in duress - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

The dream-shapes you weave - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Clings as light might to a crocus - Lola Ridge "Still Water (To D.L.)"

Have known only my own shallows - Lola Ridge "Submerged"

Into the flame and out again - Lola Ridge "Sun-Up"

Withdrawn into the lone high eyries - Lola Ridge "Thermopylae"

Censored truth as pale as fear - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

Censored lies that mimic truth - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

Foiled by a broken stair - Lola Ridge "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"

By the silver whistle of a moonbeam - Lola Ridge "Time-Stone"

Than all your tally of the sunsets - Lola Ridge "Time-Stone"

A tentacle of the vast dawn - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

In the gray stone of your face - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

Bearing strange symbols to the new dawn - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

The silence shuffles heavy dice - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

To caress the pale mask of your face - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

In your surrounded darkness - Lola Ridge "To Alexander Berkman"

With your eyes bloody as the sunset - Lola Ridge "To Larkin"

On my board are bitter apples - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

And honey served on thorns - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

In my flagons fluid iron - Lola Ridge "To the American People"

Little white runners before the dawn - Lola Ridge "To the Free Children"

A torch blown along the wind - Lola Ridge "To the Others"

The world's bitter leaven - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

A Dealer who traffics the dead - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Who barters the souls in his snares - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

A mass for the Martyrs Accursed - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Unfaltering Heroes of Hell - Lola Ridge "A Toast"

Struck stars, met hurricanes - Lola Ridge "Two"

Hold no shining thing to juggle - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

No bright leaven arise from the beloved dust - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

Like two flagons yet unfilled - Lola Ridge "Unburnt Offering"

Music in the strong deep-throated bush - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Ballads of the trees in tongues unknown - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

A reminiscent tone on minor keys - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

From the graves of all things fair - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Sonatas from the throats of master birds - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Through the husk of darkness thrown - Lola Ridge "Under-Song"

Cooled and flushed through with darkness - Lola Ridge "Wall Street at Night"

Scoop up the shallow moonlight - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

The languor of a thousand springs - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Breaks against me like a lance - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Impervious as unmelting hail - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

Endure the dance of earth - Lola Ridge "Ward X"

With the bitter twist of ingrown laughter - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Akin to the velocity of a spinning star - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Life deleted of its old raw fire - Lola Ridge "The White Bird"

Emptied of the known you - Lola Ridge "Wild Duck"

Of the song you might have been - Lola Ridge "Wild Duck"

Full of unspent dreams - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Come into my tossing dust - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Scattering the peace of old dust - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

Carrying stuff of flame - Lola Ridge "Wind Rising in the Alleys"

The serpent's tooth saved Cleopatra - Lola Ridge "The Woman with Jewels"

Pale ruin with a heart of fire - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"

A chalice cup where no bee sips - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"

Where no wasp wanders in - Lola Ridge "A Worn Rose"


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