The Ghetto, and Other Poems

Name: The Ghetto, and Other Poems
Author: Lola Ridge

by Lola Ridge

Pages: about 36
Category: Literature & Fiction
Language: English
Reading time: 39 min at 250 wpm

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From the opening

Cool, inaccessible air Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights, But no breath stirs the heat Leaning its ponderous bulk upon the Ghetto And most on Hester street...
The heat... Nosing in the body's overflow, Like a beast pressing its great steaming belly close, Covering all avenues of air...
The heat in Hester street, Heaped like a dray With the garbage of the world.
Bodies dangle from the fire escapes Or sprawl over the stoops... Upturned faces glimmer pallidly-- Herring-yellow faces, spotted as with a mold, And moist faces of girls Like dank white lilies, And infants' faces with open parched mouths that suck at the air as at empty teats.
Young women pass in groups, Converging to the forums and meeting halls, Surging indomitable, slow Through the gross underbrush of heat. Their heads are uncovered to the stars, And they call to the young men and to one another With a free camaraderie. Only their eyes are ancient and alone...
The street crawls undulant, Like a river addled With its hot tide of flesh That ever thickens. Heavy surges of flesh Break over the pavements, Clavering like a surf-- Flesh of this abiding Brood of those ancient mothers who saw the dawn break over Egypt... And turned their cakes upon the dry hot stones And went on Till the gold of the Egyptians fell down off their arms... Fasting and athirst... And yet on...
Did they vision--with those eyes darkly clear, That looked the sun in the face and were not blinded-- Across the centuries The march of their enduring flesh? Did they hear-- Under the molten silence Of the desert like a stopped wheel-- (And the scorpions tick-ticking on the sand...) The infinite procession of those feet?
I room at Sodos'--in the little green room that was Bennie's-- With Sadie And her old father and her mother, Who is not so old and wears her own hair.

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The Ghetto, and Other Poems

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