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

- 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

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

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

- 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

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

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