Sun-Up and Other Poems by Lola Ridge
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because their sharp lights
hurt her soft breast. Even candles make a sore place when they stick in the night. There are things in the sandhills that no one knows about... they come out at dark when the young snakes play and tell each other secrets in the deaf logs. Sometimes... before rain... when the stars have gone inside... the night comes close to your window and sniffs at the light.... But you must not run away-- you must keep your face to the night and walk backward. : : When it rains and you are pulling off flies' legs... mama lets you play houses with Lizzie and Clara. Because you are the Only One-- and because Only Ones have to live alone while sisters stay together, Lizzie and Clara give you the dry house |
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