English poem
The Star
by Lola Ridge (1873–1941)
Last night I watched a star fall like a great pearl into the sea, Till my ego expanding encompassed sea and star, Containing both as in a trembling cup.
THE TIDINGS (Easter 1916)
Censored lies that mimic truth... Censored truth as pale as fear... My heart is like a rousing bell-- And but the dead to hear...
My heart is like a mother bird, Circling ever higher, And the nest-tree rimmed about By a forest fire...
My heart is like a lover foiled By a broken stair-- They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street, And I am not there!