Here you will find thePoemDispossedof poet Lola 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.
