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“To the Others” was published in The Ghetto and Other Poems (B. W. Huebsch, 1918).
 

To the Others

I see you, refulgent ones,
Burning so steadily 
Like big white arc lights…
There are so many of you.
I like to watch you weaving—
Altogether and with precision
Each his ray—
Your tracery of light,
Making a shining way about America.

I note your infinite reactions—
In glassware
And sequin
And puddles
And bits of jet—
And here and there a diamond…

But you do not yet see me,
Who am a torch blown along the wind,
Flickering to a spark
But never out.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Lola Ridge

Lola Ridge

Born in Dublin on December 12, 1873, Lola Ridge grew up in mining towns in New Zealand and Australia. When she was thirty-four years old, she immigrated to the United States, eventually settling in New York City.

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Anemones
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Sparse heather of the rocks,
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Or daisy of a daisied field…
But each your best.

I might have worn them on my breast
To wilt in the long day…
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Diamonds gush from her ear-lobes over the goitrous throat.
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Her eyes are full of bleared lights,
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Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
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On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat…a little apart…in the close-pressing night.

The moon hung above us like a golden mango,
And the