Crawling out of their green shirts…
Coughing a little in the dawn…
And the church…
There is always a church
With its natty spire
And the vestibule–
That’s where they whisper:
Tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz… tzz-tzz…
How many codes for a wireless whisper–
And corn flatter than it should be
And those chits of leaves
Gadding with every wind?
From Connecticut to Maine:
Lola Ridge (Rose Emily Ridge, 1873 – 1941) was an anarchist poet and political activist. She was born in Dublin and lived in Australia and New Zealand before moving to the United States. She was well known in her day as an advocate for immigrants and the working class, as well as for her poetry. She wrote five books of poetry and edited for avant-garde magazines Others and Broom.
This is very groovy – love the sounds and the ‘chits of leaves/gadding..’
Janis – I interviewed Terese Svoboda today who is writing a bio on Lola Ridge who lived in Hokitika for 27 years…. ! amazing stuff
I wish I could have got to Te Papa to listen. Lola Ridge sounds like a really interesting character!