Poetic Openings : Lola Ridge to Lola Ridge

Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Fire : First Line : The old men of the world have made a fire
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Fog : First Line : Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk—
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Foundling : First Line : Snow wraiths circle us
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Garden : First Line : Bountiful Givers,
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Ghetto : First Line : I

Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Legion Of Iron : First Line : They pass through the great iron gates—
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Song : First Line : That day, in the slipping of torsos and straining flanks
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Song Of Iron : First Line : I
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Star : First Line : Last night
Poet : Lola Ridge : Poem : The Tidings : First Line : Easter, 1916

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