Poem by Lola Ridge (1875-1941)




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The earth is motionless

And poised in space…

A great bird resting in its flight

Between the alleys of the stars.

It is the wind's hour off….

The wind has nestled down among the corn….

The two speak privately together,

Awaiting the whirr of wings.  

 

 

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Written on 2023-12-25 at 01:05

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a certain grace to the poem. Small scale, but a valid poem with just claim to endurance.
2023-12-25