“Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold-- Spun of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying-- Gold at the uttermost circles fading Into the tenderest hint of jade, Or fusing in tremulous twilight blues, Robing the far-flung offices, Scintillant-storied, forking flame, Or soaring to luminous amethyst Over the steeples aureoled.”
Quote by Lola Ridge
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The Ghetto, and Other Poems
This volume compiles a series of poems that delve into the complexities of life in a ghetto, addressing issues such as economic hardship, cultural identity, and the human spirit amidst adversity. more
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