Produced by Catherine Daly
Sun-Up and Other Poems
By Lola Ridge
DEDICATION
(To my Mother)
Let me cradle myself back
Into the darkness
Of the half shapes…
Of the cauled beginnings…
Let me stir the attar of unused air,
Elusive… ironically fragrant
As a dead queen's kerchief…
Let me blow the dust from off you…
Resurrect your breath
Lying limp as a fan
In a dead queen's hand.
Thanks is due to THE NEW REPUBLIC, POETRY, A MAGAZINE OF VERSE, PLAY-BOY, and
OTHERS for permission to reprint some of these poems.