Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel –
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.
by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Altitude by Lola Ridge
I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry
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