Poem by Lola Ridge (1873-1941)

 

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Nocturne



    Indigo bulb of darkness
    Punctured by needle lights
    Through a fissure of brick canyon shutting out stars,
    And a sliver of moon
    Spigoting two high windows over the West river....

    Boy, I met to-night,
    Your eyes are two red-glowing arcs shifting with my vision....
    They reflect as in a fading proof
    The deadened eyes of a woman,
    And your shed virginity,
    Light as the withered pod of a sweet pea,
    Moist and fragrant
    Blows against my soul.
    What are you to me, boy,
    That I, who have passed so many lights,
    Should carry your eyes
    Like swinging lanterns?


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Written on 2024-08-05 at 00:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah, we find ourselves back at that moment when it was decided that coherence should not be a characteristic of moden poetry
2024-08-05


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i love this, and it brings to mind one of my favorite poems by the late Nancy Willard: "Hindsight". it's probably copyrighted, so i can't post it here, but it's on google if you're curious.
2024-08-05