Dispossessed

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Title:     Dispossessed
Author: Lola Ridge [More Titles by Ridge]

Tender and tremulous green of leaves
Turned up by the wind,
Twanging among the vines--
Wind in the grass
Blowing a clear path
For the new-stripped soul to pass...

The naked soul in the sunlight...
Like a wisp of smoke in the sunlight
On the hill-side shimmering.

Dance light on the wind, little soul,
Like a thistle-down floating
Over the butterflies
And the lumbering bees...

Come away from that tree
And its shadow grey as a stone...

Bathe in the pools of light
On the hillside shimmering--
Shining and wetted and warm in the sun-spray falling like golden rain--

But do not linger and look
At that bleak thing under the tree.

[The end]
Lola Ridge's poem: Dispossessed

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