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Title: The Foundling
Author: Lola Ridge [ More Titles by Ridge]
Snow wraiths circle us
Like washers of the dead,
Flapping their white wet cloths
Impatiently
About the grizzled head,
Where the coarse hair mats like grass,
And the efficient wind
With cold professional baste
Probes like a lancet
Through the cotton shirt... About us are white cliffs and space.
No facades show,
Nor roof nor any spire...
All sheathed in snow...
The parasitic snow
That clings about them like a blight. Only detached lights
Float hazily like greenish moons,
And endlessly
Down the whore-street,
Accouched and comforted and sleeping warm,
The blizzard waltzes with the night.
[The end]
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