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 ... iron…

- Lola Ridge

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

- Lola Ridge

Better--while life is quick And every pain immense and joy supreme, And all I have and am Flames upward to the dream ... Than like a taper forgotten …

- Lola Ridge

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

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

- Lola Ridge

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 …

- 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…

- Lola Ridge