<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Bird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man of the flame-eyes<br>And mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter,<br>And little bald man . . . whose seeming stillness<br>Is akin to the velocity of a spinning star<br>Holding its perfect poise—<br>You two yea-sayers<br>Beetling over the little deniers,<br>Two great levelers, building from the earth up, among<br>puttiers and pluggers of rotten piles— <br>You of the rich life, running in ample measure, amidst<br>life deleted of its old raw fire as earth is deleted<br>of its coal and iron— You be mighty hunters and keepers, <br>Trotsky and Lenine—<br>Yet can you hold . . . the unconstrainable One <br>Of the slow and flaming deaths <br>And multiple resurrections ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hands, reaching in hundreds of millions,<br>Backs, straightening under the keeling floor of the world,<br>Can you hold the great white bird?—<br>She that sweeps low over the chain-gangs<br>When they glance up from their stone7breaking<br>Into morning's burning gold;<br>She that goes down into underground cells,<br>Sending the cool wind of her wings<br>Through unsevering stone . . .<br>And departs, unbeknown, from those who announce her,<br>Saying: 'Lo, she is ours!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,<br>Should you persuade her—<br>The Unconstrainable One<br>Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,<br>Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448129" data-title="The White Bird de Lola Ridge" data-description="Man of the flame-eyes And mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter, And little bald man . . . whose seeming stillness Is akin to the velocity of a spinning star Holding its perfect poise— You two yea-sayers Beetling over the little denie..."></div> </div> </div>

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