Wall Street At Night
Lola Ridge
Long vast shapes… cooled and flushed through with darkness…. Lidless windows Glazed with a flashy luster From some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow. And down among iron guts Piled silver Throwing gray spatter of light… pale without heat… Like the pallor of dead bodies.
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